Just like a la-day, you can be my pretty baby. We can take pics outside the club like we fam-ous. You can pay for my acting lessons and I’ll become an actor and become a millionaire baby . I want you, my art and my yachts. It’s always about me…

First things first I Phifer knows all the honeys–call them MP Bunnies. You didn’t think Phi had fun in Atlanta clubs, well I normally don’t unless I get bottle service. I be gettin tired of people whispering when they see us–dare I is. Yeah she cute and we ballin but I rather skip the small talk. I hold very few convo’s, so after 3 minutes my mind be like pronto! Find me a corner and pass me two glasses of Moscato. It’s a Friday night and the boys are out stuntin; Warner, Waverly, Kam Parker, Kali, Brandon and me Mr. Popular decided to get a table at Compound. This package included a female meet and greet upon entry as she escorted us to our roped off security guard in place section–it’s the I can see you but you can’t see me view. There is nothing worse to wear the fragrance of others as you stand shoulder to shoulder with civilians you don’t know; consider yourself to be a club extra. The package also came with a $1,500 bar tab, #weoffthat one drink minimum thing. It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and I liked not having any neighbors.














Oh what a night, I like to drink from bottles and stay out all night.