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.
Dude 1: "Have you heard of Yung Gravy?"
Dude 2: "Yes I know him, he stole my girl *and* my dentist, then made a
rap about it!"
Dude 1: "Same here man."
Dude 3 (from a distance): "That guy? He's my fucking
Dad. His beat's fire though."