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"I'll be at the crib loungin' playa!" |
He sure does playa and that’s why Jim Irsay is chillin’ for the next six games at the crib and only peelin’ off $500K to the league. After ole boy plead guilty to drivin’ while impaired on Tuesday, Roger Goodell hit him off with his league punishment. All of a sudden the players around the league were beside themselves because of what they viewed as a lack of severity in Irsay's punishment compared to what Wes Welker got hit with.
Former Colt and current Buffalo Bills defensive end Jerry Hughes jumped out of the birthday cake with, “It’s kind of like a slap on the wrist.” He went on to point out that Wes Welker is gonna get hit for $1.8 million because of his four game suspension and Irsay only got hit for 500 stacks.
Well…let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! What these young cats have to understand playboy is that Roger Goodell doesn’t work for Wes Welker he works for Jim Irsay. If you wanna get high and break the freakin’ rules then you need to own a team. But as long as you are what we call an employee in the real world, then you need to follow the darn rules. And that’s the edited version!
Is it right? Absolutely not! But is it real? You darn right it is playboy! Go read the rule book and you’ll see that the maximum fine that the league could hit Irsay with was $500K. That wasn’t a typo bruh! And while you're readin' the rule book playa. Skim over the part that says that if a player had plead guilty to drivin' under the influence on a first offense he would only have been fined $50K with no suspension.
Getting back to Irsay's fine...the owners made sure to put the 500 stack fine in there for their benefit. Why? Because they’re the owners!
Irsay and every owner in the league knew that they could handle 500 stacks that’s why it’s in the rules. Where y’all from? What did the big homie Oliver just say earlier bruh? “These young cats know the rules but the old heads know the exceptions.” That’s the hood paraphrase version because it sounds better.
You got duns rallyin’ around Wes Welker and he’s comin’ with the “My dog ate my homework” line. This cat tested positive for MDMA which boyz know it as Ecstasy or Molly. He took it durin’ the Kentucky Derby weekend back in May. Not only was there Molly in his system but it was laced with amphetamines. Now he’s screamin’ from the roof tops that he doesn’t do drugs etc.
Well playboy... unless they call Molly and amphetamines something else you’re doin’ drugs. He claims that somebody must have slipped something in his drink. That could be possible playa. But my next question is, who are you hangin’ out with? Because if the duns you’re runnin’ with are droppin’ stuff in your drink (and that’s the edited version) then you need to get another crew. Even if it wasn’t someone in your own crew, how does your crew let somebody get at your drink? I'm just sayin'! I'm not even a celebrity and my boyz will protect my drink at the club bruh.
I say you should be fined $2 million for runnin’ with some fake cats if that's your story and you're stickin' with it. That means that your game is weak if you got weak cats runnin’ with you. Again, I’m just sayin’!
So for boyz to be upset that Jim Irsay is on vacation for six weeks is nuts. You gotta understand who you are in this equation pimpin’. When Albert Einstein published his revolutionary papers on basic physics in 1905 and laid out E=mc2 he changed the game. The E is units of energy, M is for mass and c2 is the speed of light. The owners are the Energy playboy because they’ve got all of the bread. Mass times the speed of light or in other words your wanna be gettin’ high butt "A" can’t function without his bread.
So to compare yourself to him is crazy. In my Big Momma voice, “You can’t do what he does because you ain’t him. So yo best bet is to start followin’ the rules.” Because at the end of the day Jim Irsay will die before he can spend all of his money gettin’ high. However, as a player you can spend all of your bread in one dope house in six months if you’re not careful. You sound foolish comparin’ what some billionaire cat got in terms of a punishment to a player.
That’s like sayin’ that I could have gotten off without a prison sentence if I had the same bread as the rich dude. Yeah, you could have! But you knew that you didn’t have any bread when you did the crime. Then you wouldn’t be in court with a public defender that could give two dead flies smashed about yo dumb "A." Hey playa, how bout you just follow the rules and we don’t ever have to compare you to him again? Because he's got enough bread to keep breakin' the rules but you don't. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Holla At Ya Boy!
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You got duns rallyin’ around Wes Welker and he’s comin’ with the “My dog ate my homework” line. This cat tested positive for MDMA which boyz know it as Ecstasy or Molly. He took it durin’ the Kentucky Derby weekend back in May. Not only was there Molly in his system but it was laced with amphetamines. Now he’s screamin’ from the roof tops that he doesn’t do drugs etc.
Well playboy... unless they call Molly and amphetamines something else you’re doin’ drugs. He claims that somebody must have slipped something in his drink. That could be possible playa. But my next question is, who are you hangin’ out with? Because if the duns you’re runnin’ with are droppin’ stuff in your drink (and that’s the edited version) then you need to get another crew. Even if it wasn’t someone in your own crew, how does your crew let somebody get at your drink? I'm just sayin'! I'm not even a celebrity and my boyz will protect my drink at the club bruh.
I say you should be fined $2 million for runnin’ with some fake cats if that's your story and you're stickin' with it. That means that your game is weak if you got weak cats runnin’ with you. Again, I’m just sayin’!
So for boyz to be upset that Jim Irsay is on vacation for six weeks is nuts. You gotta understand who you are in this equation pimpin’. When Albert Einstein published his revolutionary papers on basic physics in 1905 and laid out E=mc2 he changed the game. The E is units of energy, M is for mass and c2 is the speed of light. The owners are the Energy playboy because they’ve got all of the bread. Mass times the speed of light or in other words your wanna be gettin’ high butt "A" can’t function without his bread.
So to compare yourself to him is crazy. In my Big Momma voice, “You can’t do what he does because you ain’t him. So yo best bet is to start followin’ the rules.” Because at the end of the day Jim Irsay will die before he can spend all of his money gettin’ high. However, as a player you can spend all of your bread in one dope house in six months if you’re not careful. You sound foolish comparin’ what some billionaire cat got in terms of a punishment to a player.
That’s like sayin’ that I could have gotten off without a prison sentence if I had the same bread as the rich dude. Yeah, you could have! But you knew that you didn’t have any bread when you did the crime. Then you wouldn’t be in court with a public defender that could give two dead flies smashed about yo dumb "A." Hey playa, how bout you just follow the rules and we don’t ever have to compare you to him again? Because he's got enough bread to keep breakin' the rules but you don't. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Holla At Ya Boy!
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