I Was Best Friends With Meek Mill In Prison, But Now He Acts Like I Don't Exist
Yo, Meek. Remember when you said we were boys? Remember when you said nothing could change that?
Well… Guess I was a fool to believe you, fam. A damn fool.
In prison, we were inseparable. We talked about girls, music, bitter rivalries that made international news. Everything. But now we’re both out and when I tweet at you, I don’t hear back. All I want is a little recognition from the homie who said I spit fire.
I should’ve known better than to buy into your lyrical horse shit. Tellin’ me that we had something special. That I was your “rock in a cell when you were 30.” That I made you “laugh like Tracy Morgan and Jane Maroney.”
Your references were always on point, Rihmeek. Can’t deny you that. Then why you ain’t responding to my e-vites to local networking events?
I consoled you when you vented about your ex. I even politely nodded and agreed when you said her implants weren’t necessary. You know how much willpower that took? To question Nicki’s curvaceous beauty? My man. You never recognized my sacrifices, and now you never recognize the value in those baby pictures I send you?
So imagine how I felt when I heard you squashed your beef with that dude, Aubrey. The same guy who haunted you in your dreams and nightmares. I was there for you. Not him. (Preach) I felt abandoned like a cat with no litter box… or actually like a- uh- pigeon that- wait no… like a dog in a shelter. (Amen)
Honestly, I’m over you, Meek Milly. I hardly think about you anymore. Consider this a resignation to our once meaningful friendship.
But if you get a chance, check your inbox. Let me know what you think of those photos of my new car.