A god among
men. He can finesse, freeze, finagle (the three f's) and ride your bitch before you could even think of hiding your bitch. He is the Santa Clause of Thanksgiving, serving all the naughty hoes top shelf gravy while leaving you the leftovers. While you
may consider the coldest place on Earth the caps, this is not true, as this fucking rad lads wrists are known to "make a grown man shiver" as quoted from a rap verse from his as of writing, latest rap "Magic". Even if you thought you hid your hoes well, be it flex season, he is capable of sensing
bitches within a 20 mile radius. Hiding them to that point will be futile as he will be inside your dining room by then, helping himself to all the dark
meat on the turkey dinner while talking both your mother and your dentist into the deli isle at the nearest super mart. If your
girl is home too, it's no use resisting. He will be sitting her down at the
table too while keeping you at the kiddie table with your little
brother. He is your worst enemy. He is your
Dad. But most of all, he is - Yung Gravy.