Rocka By Baby speeds up at RockaByeBaby, which is an okay song to say the least. But it’s tolerable. “My mama told me make that nigga spend it” (Bad Bitches). I’m screaming bad bitches to the floor. I can’t even front on the hype! I wish I had a whip because I would definitely let this joint rock. I thoroughly enjoyed this mixtape, and I will be on the lookout for any of her future projects.

You want it. I need it. You got it. I’m feigning. A sauna. I’m hot as a phoenix. You fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it. Spank me. You know I been a bad girl. – I Love It

After you get past the typical sounding Stressed, where Rah Scrilla raps about the issues that everyone and their mama is facing, the mixtape slows down. Just for a brief moment. Last Testament is a more intimate song. I actually like this track. He speaks of betrayal and the pain it causes. Now, y’all know I’m a sucker when artists reflect upon their real life agony in their work. The mixtape picks up for Getcha Money Right and Money in My Pocket. Okay.  Okay. Rah isn’t that bad. Well, I’m not ready to throw my laptop. The Battle is where the tape starts to lose points. Skip. Skip. Project X has potential but the beat is too mellow for the type of partying he’s rapping of. The vibe I get from the song is more of a shing-dig at your homeboy’s crib, and everyone’s drinking forties and smoking mid-grade weed. But he’s rapping about flipping over squad cars and shit. It could just be me, but when I think of a “Project X” type party I hear twerk music.

I enjoyed My Wife for the simple fact that I’m a bitch, and this song is for the bitches. Honestly, it’s a nice song and Rah pulls a Drake move and sings a little. He gets a pass because he’s light-skinned. Niggas love to write love songs for weed/drugs. Ya’ll know I ain’t lieing. Since I’m a bitch, I love love songs, too. So I can let Still Smoking (My Girlfriend) rock.

Overall, Still Smoking is decent. I can’t say that I’m going to sync it to my iPhone. But I will say it was better than I had originally anticipated. I’m looking forward to hearing more work from this artist.

I broke the broad’s back. Now she’s calling me Bane.

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Still Smoking Mixtape

In a previous lesson, I explained the rules of being a side piece. Now, I want to talk about the rules to keeping the side piece safe from your partner while maintaining your primary relationship. In actuality, you are saving your partner from pain and yourself from a potential life crisis as well. I’m not condoning being unfaithful, but let’s be real. Not everyone is faithful. Period. We can pray to the heavens until our knees bleed that we have a partner committed to you and only you but that isn’t going to stop your partner from fucking around. Anyway, the game is not to be told but I’m tired of you sloppy ass cheaters. I might catch some heat behind this post, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

Cheating is a very dangerous game especially when feelings and/or marriage licenses are involved.  When I say dangerous, I’m not referring to your relationship ending. No. I’m referring to your life possibly ending. What you have to understand is some people don’t know how to properly manage their feelings of anger, hurt, frustration, etc. Imagine having a beautiful family with the person you are in love with and you come across naked pussy pictures in their text inbox. Imagine seeing text messages where your loved one is begging to fuck another person while they haven’t even attempted to sex you down in months. You would be ready to burn the entire city down and I don’t blame you. But let’s think about the third party in the equation. Not calling them innocent or whatever because they might’ve known the situation and played their position. Nevertheless, ya’ll selfish muthafuckas need to care about their welfare.

Your side piece is eating her frosted mini-wheats , sipping her orange juice, minding her damn business when a blocked number starts calling her repeatedly. She’s getting harassed via Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram all because your dumb ass forgot to lock your phone or delete your texts. Yeah, I hear you hoes sucking your teeth saying that’s what she deserves. Whatever. If you were taking care of business in the first fucking place your man wouldn’t need her wet ass. Anywho, that’s small shit. Let’s say you’re fucking with a sick bitch. She’s liable to find out where the side piece lives and Google maps her crib. Now, your wife is sitting outside of the side piece’s crib with your body in the trunk.

Ya’ll think it’s a game. Watch the fucking news. It’s 2013. Niggas ain’t getting divorces. They’re getting life insurance policies and taking you the fuck out. As a former side piece, I urge you sloppy ass men and women to delete all correspondence. That’s what the police call a paper trail. Even if it’s electronic. Stop asking for pictures and shit. What you need that for? You were just fucking two days ago. You know what their body parts look like. Use condoms. Even if you stop caring about your primary relationship keep the side piece’s information safe. If you’re not built for it, don’t cheat. It’s really that simple.

For those questioning me, I’ve been on both sides of the fence. Judge me if you want. I’m here to save lives, not gain your approval.

Yours Truly,

Dope, A Former Sidepiece

If that pussy dry I’ma pour some fucking sprite in it

The tracks that stood out to me were: Rhyme Room, Tennessee Love and Gangster. The mixtape was a good listen, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to it on the regular.