Explicit Account of a Party Incident

Oh, oh, oh, fuck. Fuck my shit, nigga. Fuck.

Fuck that ass, nigga.

Oh,

shit, nigga. Oh, shit

All the champagne was spiked, son.

Like, all the champagne was spiked. Everybody was passed the fuck out.

I don't drink. I don't drink, so I was playing that shit off like I don't

fucking

drink. I smoke, nigga. Like, I smoke, and I had my own weed, but,

like, everybody was passed out. Yo, Diddy had that man in a room.

Look, yes, I put my ear to the fucking door,

and I brought the

phone 'cause Diddy started going in overdrive.

I ain't know what the fuck was going on, but I just heard balls slapping

against ass cheeks. I heard niggas struggling to take dick.

I heard niggas being like, "Yeah, daddy." Like when, when I, when he start

cu- ... All that daddy this and daddy that,

and then I heard some hollering and

struggling like, yeah, I kept the phone there,

and I recorded all that shit

'cause I was like, "This nigga Diddy rich, so I'm finna,

finna put the squeeze on and get me a couple dollars and just, hey,

you know what

I'm saying?" Just nobody believed that that was really Diddy beating meat

back

then. But now, now y'all motherfuckers believe the video,

right? Right? Somebody throw me a couple dollars, nigga.