If you could go back in time and tell your younger self one thing, what would it be?
Oh my god. I love my son, but “Do not fuck with that nigga!” I was bugging. A whole baby is crazy. Babies are forever. That was nuts. My son is beautiful, but girl no. Do not answer. Don’t reply. Just, no. Go down the street. Turn the other way. I would slap myself. Just full on beat myself up.
You know those funny memes where it’s like “If your baby daddy ain’t shit, what was the moment when he…” I don’t know! I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking about him being a deadbeat baby daddy though. I know that. I didn’t expect that. I thought we were in love. I thought it was gonna be amazing. I missed all of the flags. I am not Six Flags. I did not know what to look for.