I’m white.
I have called money “skrilla” on more than one occasion.
I have told people to “stay up out my grill before they get D-boed”.
I have “raised the roof”.
I know the difference between throwing and dropping boes.
I can bust a crib walk.
I enjoy “getting my roll on”.
I sometimes call riding in a car “rollin’ on dubs”.
When women wear jewellery I tell them they look clean and that I like the way they’re “blinging”.
I’ve called my friends my dogs, homies and gees.
I’ve referred to women as bitches, hunnies and hoes.
I call police cops, the man, the law and the po-po.
I worry that maybe one day I might have to “exercise my strap finger”.
I think maybe it’s time I quit bumpin’ rap music.