Lil mama didn’t have to do all that. I understand it was her birthday and all but Ol girl popped a Molly Molly or three. We took her to the dance club and she shaked the night away. Asked the bartender for a pitcher of water because the bitch was soakin geeked. Had her tongue wagging out in the wind like she was the shit. Then the DJ played her song and she flapped the legs open spread eagle. Niggaz was throwin dollar bills on the bitch while she freaked da floor. She didn’t have any panties on so her coochie was suctioning the ground at that point. The club heated up too quickly and before you know it she started convulsing, twisted like a pretzel. The overdose took her life shortly afterwards. It’s sad too because deep down I know all she was wanted to do was mimic my moves. Maybe if the bitch wasn’t such a goddamn copycat she’d have her head on screw.