The "It's lit" ft. ellipsis heard 'round the world. Let's not beat around the bush here, Nicki Minaj ripped Meek Mill's soul out and left it for dead in a plush, oriental-rugged hallway. The man's in a sweatsuit, wearing white sneakers with black socks, likely taking pictures with a self-timed phone on one of the chairs from the business center.
Look, we've all been there. Someone broke our heart and we started faking shit immediately. Three days after you get broken up with appear to be the happiest days of your life. You're at the club, you're taking pics, you're single again, and it's awesome. Well, until you get home of course. Home is where the real pain is. As soon as you get home, you're on Facebook looking at every single one of her pics trying to see where the glimmer in her eye went out and where you went wrong. Then you try to watch *pron* but even the Incognito tab dude is disappointed in you, which just sucks.
^ he's disgusted, sick to his stomach
But don't worry, Meek. You have all the time in the world to get back in the booth and scream unnecessarily into a microphone. Mics are scared, man. You have that power back. You don't have to worry about being on your girl's tour anymore. Now get back out there and put together some trash ass garbage juice music for your fans' ears.
