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WTF?

So Fifty sends for Rick Ross’ Baby’s Momma (I am not diginifying this trifling chick with a name) and sends on a shopping spree while taping the whole thing.

Really?

WTF?

I knew he was childish, but this is damn childish. He’s so desperate to keep his name in the papers that he has to start fake “beefs” to get some attention. And who is this trifling hooker who’s playing along with this mess. That’s her kid’s father. Like it or not she has to deal with Ross and this type of ish can’t do nothing but put a strain on the relationship. And on top of all of that, Fifty doesn’t even want to take care of his own Baby Momma, how the hell is he spending money on someone else’s.

All of this  foolishness reeks of immaturity, grand standing and a resounding game of, “whose dick is bigger.” Grow the fuck up fif. Really. You’re too old for this shit. Try putting out good music and maybe folk will want to keep your name in their mouth, otherwise you just look like  a fool pulling these stunts.

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