Consume Product

Even tho I be cognitively enhanced by tha zig-zags n spliffs n wateva the fuq my man Sipho from South Africa calls 'dagga' and 'nyaope' that I smoked all at once... I *still* dun kno' wat dis 'creator house' sheeit is, mane. Like, I got two high-quality zaza-filled zig-zags hangin' out muh mouth rite now, doin' their sheeit in muh brain, n I still can't figure it out. I dun even think that Yakub could work out what the fuq his creations are doin' here, even tho' he had two brains!

Now the only 'creator house' I kno' of is tha clandestine laboratory where we create pure Fenty n other drugs. We create sum good sheeit there. But we call that tha creator crib.

But in dis context? Looks like dey creating sum faggot-ass Sheeeit-Toks to me. Why tha fuq would you need a whole house to create sum faggot-ass sheeit, anyway?

Thus, dam rite wuz Uncle Ted rite about dis sheeit, mang. The only problem is dat we niggers rarely kno' our old heads, like our uncles n fathers n sheeeit. Dats why I love old heads like Uncle A and Uncle Ted, coz dey b tha only uncles dat we know bout!