- See you out there.
- Bruh, this bird got a big old ass, dog.
God be dropping new animals like they mixtapes.
- Oh, you're talking about flying birds.
- Yeah. - Oh, okay. Oh, goddamn.
- Right? - Ooh!
Body like Beyoncé, face like Iago.
[both laugh]
- Hey, yo, whose plantation would you work for
if slavery got poppin' again?
- I'd slave for those two dread-headed twins
on "Matrix Reloaded."
Oh, it can go underwater, too? That's sick!
- So you want two slave masters?
- I'm a whole lot of nigga, bro.
Whole lot. - Mm-hmm.
- Whew.
What a day, what a day it is. That's what I'm talkin' about.
Ha-ah.
Whew. [sighs]
[gulping]
[burps]
Whoo!
Boy, I am tired.
- From what?
- Fucking all these homeless women.
- Nigga, what? This turtle got a horn!
A horn!
[piano music]
- Homeless women?
Like, plural?
- No, no.
First of all, they're unhoused,
and second, you can't do that, Chris.
You can't fuck someone and be the only person
who gets to shower after.
- Oh. Uh-uh-uh.
They caught a shower, okay? You know what I'm sayin'?
- It's not funny. Don't high-five him for that.
Listen, they're victims, with their cans of beans
and their stories of the railroad
and their harmonicas that howl into the night.
I mean, come on, Chris. It's abuse.
When they look at you, they see a ham.
- Hey, listen here, khaki onesie,
you have no idea what I'm talking about.
I am a connoisseur of bitches.
A sommelier of snatch, if you will.
- Mm, mm-mm. Don't start rhyming.
Just tell us why you're doing this.
- Mm-hmm. - I've been fucking bitches
a long time-- all kind of bitches.
Goth bitches, equestrian hoes,
administrative shorties that pretend to know Excel,
but they do not.
- She was nice.
- But homeless women were the last on my list,
and let me tell y'all,
that shit yanking on a whole new level. Mmm!
- So you just out here being nasty for real.
- There it is.
- Homeless women are dope as hell, man.
They got mad game, always telling me
how clean I smell
and how full I look.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I--I have to understand this.
Are you telling me you've been having sex with these women
in our apartment, where I watch "Bones"?
- Nah, fam. Come on, man.
I go where they at.
And the city moves 'em around all the time,
so I gotta find 'em, like an Easter egg hunt.
- Or Pokémon Go. Remember that?
- You know what? They grown.
Bitches gonna fuck who they wanna fuck.
- Okay. Don't join in on this.
- And sometimes, Langston, we don't even fuck.
- Damn. - We be chilling.
Shooting firecrackers,
making trap beats on buckets.
playing LEGOs, but we don't got LEGOs,
we got rocks that happen to fit as puzzle pieces.
- That sounds fun. - That's gang, for real.
- Gang or not, it's exploitation.
You can't just come down there
tossin' penis and suckin' salad.
- Hold up, dog, are you saying just 'cause they're homeless,
they don't deserve a clean set of balls?
So if you saw a homeless person eating sushi,
you would slap it out their hand,
'cause it's not Spam?
That is fucked up. - That's not--
- Yeah, man. It sounds like
it's real dope to hang out with somebody
that doesn't know all four digits
of they Social Security number.
- What? - Your Social Security number.
You know, 9519--shit, I've been compromised!
Ahh! - I'm not dealing with that.
Anyways, men fuck broke bitches all the time.
How is what Chris doing any different?
- That's exactly right, Dr. Sam.
How is that any different, huh? I was broke.
I was throwing dick in exchange for asylum.
Now, why can't these ladies suck on me for survival, nigga?
- Because they need money and food for survival,
not a nigga who stands on his tippy-toes in his pictures.
- If a bitch tall, what you gonna do?
- Mm, well, people want what they want, dude.
Like, do you think Toni Braxton knew
she was gonna end up with Birdman
when she sang "Unbreak my Heart"?
- Yeah, Langston. Love is love.
Toni kissed Birdman.
Birdman kissed Wayne.
Wayne did a kickflip. Yah! - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. Shut the fuck up, Langston.
Got his ass. - Whoa, chill out.
Hey, shut the fuck up.
Okay, hey, hey, I'll shut the fuck up,
because love is love.
So that means that a 50-year-old man
can "love" a 14-year-old girl, then.
[all groaning] - Dude!
- Oh, no, nigga. - Bro, don't do that.
- Nigga, you're nasty.
- Why is that analogy not as strong?
- Get it together, L. Kelly.
- Don't call me L. Kelly!
That's a nasty rumor to spread about me.
- Uh-uh, uh-uh, nasty niggas can't come with us.
- But I'm not a nasty nigga!
I'm a hero in this story!
- Gonna hit this bar real quick,
you know what I'm saying? - Wait. Stop leaving me.
- Come on, let me get you a little straw.
- Bro, at the end of the day,
we all fucked up and ended up here.
Chris' prized possession is his mall cart jewelry.
If someone wants to fuck him, it's a W.
What's up, dog? - Hey, what's up?
- Yeah, but first of all, fucked up?
Oh, no. Not me. You sound stupid.
I'm gonna be the boss around here someday.
- No, you not. - [laughs] The boss?
You haven't even been employee of the month,
and we've been here, like, a million months.
You try, and we don't, and we get paid the same.
Seems like you fucking up the most.
- Since when did professionalism
become a bad thing?
I just haven't spread my wings yet, you know?
- What up, dog? - Yes, you have, my nigga.
You just a fucking penguin.
- Or an emu. Or an ostrich.
I learned today.
- You think the world is suddenly
gonna recognize our potential? - What's up, bro?
- We're all gonna end up on the street
listening to Chris smash our sidewalk neighbors,
if we don't learn how to play the game.
That's why I listen to Boone Jackson's podcast.
- Oh, my God. - Boone Jackson?
- Mm-hmm. - Who's Boone Jackson?
- He's this dude who's like a Tony Robbins
for niggas who put rims on they Altimas.
- See, this is the shit Boone warned me about.
He told me I gotta reshape my life.
Keep you squares out of my circle.
- I love Boone. Boy, I went to one seminar.
That very next week, I had a Lamborghini.
- Because he rented a Lamborghini.
- Exactly.
Boone says, see something, pay something.
I saw a Lamborghini. Paid for it.
Had it for one day.
Still paying it off, but the one day I had it?
[laughs] Long and fast.
- I'm going to see him tomorrow.
I watch all his IG Lives and his videos at the Gas Pump.
I'm telling you, he pushes you to be a go-getter.
I'ma send you a compilation of his best shit.
He also does these videos
where he reviews banana puddings.
- This is so weird.
I've never thought of you as someone that needs
to get life advice from anyone, really.
Like, you're a leader. - Mm-hmm.
- You're our leader, for sure.
You're like the Doritos to our Locos Tacos.
- You know, in Spanish,
it's actually the adjective after the noun, so it's--
- Nigga, I know what I ate!
- Whew. - You niggas have fun
staying broke.
I'm about to start drinking,
so I can pass out and wake up early.
I'm going to learn from the master himself.
- Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam. Can I come?
Can I come? Can I come? Can I come? Can I come?
Can I come?
Can I come? Can I come?
- Shut up. And fine. - Yeah!
- I didn't really think this was your thing,
'cause you eat candy at 9:00 a.m.
If you promise to sit the entire time,
I'll cop you a ticket.
- For real? Can I bring my friend?
- You don't have any friends.
- Yeah, that's true. That's true.
- Chris, why can't you just fuck a receptionist
or a sandwich artist, like a regular nigga?
- Man, you ain't never said nothing about these people
till you found out they make my penis happy.
- Hey, stop.
- You know, every time they walk up to your car,
you roll up the windows all fast,
lock the doors, play Mariah Carey extra loud.
- Well, that's not true.
You know I'm a Mariah man. Nick Cannon is a fool.
- Every man is a Mariah man, and yes, Nick Cannon's foolish,
but you on your fake woke liberal shit right now,
acting like you know what these women want and need.
- They need a place to stay.
- Okay. Well, then let 'em stay here.
[laughs] Look at your fucking face, man.
And you with all this caped crusader hero talk
in my cereal time got me fucked up.
Got my fucking marshmallows all soggy.
The least you can do is take me down there
and meet my hoes away from home.
- Fine. You know what? Fine.
I will take you down there,
because I'm not afraid of these people,
and unlike you, I can help them without using my dick.
- Hey, hey, hey. Okay.
Brother, leave that attitude at the door,
'cause they don't have those.
You understand me?
And don't wear nothing shiny.
No rings or nothing like that.
- Bro, I'm telling you, you're not ready for this shit.
As soon as we finish this seminar,
we all gonna be in the winner's circle, man.
Fire, man.
- Even him?
- Yeah. Even that nigga.
- Sick!
[chatter]
- But you need to get focused, you know what I mean?
But, like, this shit is gonna- oh, shit. Shh!
Here we go, man.
[Rich Homie Quan's "Type of Way" playing]
all: Hey, hey, hey, hey!
* *
[music stops]
- Mm.
Broke niggas.
all: Boo!
- I--I feel some kind of foreclosure energy
in this room.
I said broke niggas!
all: Boo!
- Are you tired of manifesting
and ready to start maniflexing?
[all cheering] all: Maniflex!
- Uh! Uh! - Maniflex!
- Huh? - Maniflex!
- What? - Maniflex!
- Everybody's always talking about
unlocking they potential.
all: Mm-hmm.
- That's why your ass is still what, huh?
Poor. - That's right.
[scattered cheers]
- You need some more money. all: Mm-hmm.
- Some mo' connections.
all: Mm-hmm.
- And some more confidence.
- Yes! - Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
- Indeed, man.
- I say fuck potential.
Let's start unlocking some mo-tential!
[all cheering]
Huh! - Preach!
- Look at your neighbor and say,
"I ain't got potential.
I got mo-tential."
both: I ain't got potential! I got mo-tential!
- Okay, okay, okay.
[crowd clamoring] - Ooh!
You need to wake up on Friday...
all: Mm-hmm.
- Look back at that man you were on Monday.
- Yes.
- And be like, "Hey, yo, fuck that nigga."
[all agreeing]
He's a bitch. - Uh-huh!
- Can't nobody stop you, except you.
- Welcome to the Booniverse, baby boy.
- I get it. He's like a business magician.
Boone! Saw my taxes in half.
- I got you, bruh!
[Rich Homie Quan's "Type of Way" playing]
all: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
[all cheering]
- Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
* *
- Cuckoo-cuckoo! Ay-ay-ay-ay!
Hello, my concrete cutie pies. Look at you.
- Hey, Chris! - Hey, girl.
I see you got some new shoes. One lace.
Look at you with that new box and little buckets.
Hey, what's up, player? How you feeling, man?
New cart? That's looking nice.
- [coughing]
- Ooh! Oof. [squealing]
- Keep squealing like that,
and you're gonna end up with the yellers,
on the other side of the underpass.
- Cheryl? - Now, is that any way
to greet someone in their home?
Nigga, get your shoes off my good carpet.
- Oh, yeah, um--
- Boy, I'm just playing. We outside.
Come on. Give me a hug. - Okay.
Hey, Cheryl.
What--I'm sorry, you are just--
God, you were my boss at the casino.
How did you end up--
- Go ahead. You can say it.
- I'm searching for the right word.
I feel like it's, like, "chronically outdoors."
- Houseless. Homeless.
Unhoused. Displaced.
Residentially-challenged. - I heard that before.
- Financial palsy. - That's new.
- They spend more time coming up with words for this shit
than there are places for me to live.
- I don't know, Cheryl.
You were just the most successful person at our job.
You know what I mean? They let you sign
that piece of paper in the elevator inspection.
I don't understand.
- Oh, there's not much to understand.
I injured my leg
and was out too many days, and they let me go.
One thing led to another, and, well...
- Damn. That's really shitty, Cheryl.
- Yeah. We're all just one torn ACL away
from shitting on the sidewalk.
Trust me, that job does not give a fuck about you.
You gotta be ready for anything.
- Okay, but I have a five-year plan, right?
That's gotta keep me afloat.
- [laughs] By the time you start getting ready
for the drought, you're already in the desert
drinking your pee.
[echoing] Drinking your pee.
You're already in the desert drinking your pee.
- You're just a fucking penguin.
Keep you squares out of my circle.
And we get paid the same.
- Drinking your pee.
[in slow-mo] Drinking your pee.
[hip-hop music playing]
* *
[knocking on window]
- Come on, anything you can do to help me out.
- Ooh-ooh!
I got you, playboy. No problem!
- Ooh, look like somebody hit the lottery.
- Look what I found! Hold out your hands.
- What the fuck? - Ooh-ooh!
You gonna have a big breakfast. [laughs]
Oh, I sucked all the dust off them shits.
[laughs] - What the fuck?
- Feliz Navidad, broke-ass nigga.
[laughs] - Fuck, man. Come on, man!
- Whoo-ooh-ooh!
Oh, I forgot, playboy. I got some mo'.
- Oh, shit!
- [breathing heavily]
- You found Cheryl.
Yeah, she's like the unhoused madam around here.
Gets 'em all pretty and whatnot.
- What the fuck did I just smoke, Cheryl?
- Don't worry, baby. That's just menthol.
It's the poor man's DMT.
- Ooh, I hope DMT stands for "Dick Mouth Tonight"
with special guest Chris Henson.
- Okay. Not now.
I'm trying to help your little friend.
- Fuck!
Fuck, Sam was right.
If my job can't help me and school can't help me
and my friends can't help me,
my only solution is to just take my L.
But if I'm gonna hit rock bottom, I'ma make sure
there's a nice pillow and some sheets on that rock.
- Oh, you need rocks? I can take you to rocks.
Come on, I'll take you
to the nicest cardboard duvet on the block.
- Cool.
- Success is about balance.
And balance--huh? Huh? Huh?
Is about success.
Watch this. [clears throat]
- Ooh! [applause]
- [laughs]
- Shh, bro. This isn't a game.
- This man is incredible. Look at him.
He's up there with a fucking sleeveless turtleneck
standing like a nigga flamingo.
This is awesome!
- Look at this lost soul.
I don't care if he got
more degrees than a thermometer.
Ain't a single bad bitch on Earth
gonna fuck with a nigga out here
lookin' like a bottle of Fabuloso.
- [laughs]
- Stop.
- Stand up.
Give it to me.
- All right. All right.
- You can sit down.
I taught y'all better than this!
This ain't a maniflex chain.
You're supposed to turn your pockets green,
not your neck.
- [laughs] [all shushing]
[coughs] Nigga coughing.
[chuckles]
- Now, I'm so sorry,
but you've been possessed by a broke demon,
and y'all know what that means.
all: Flexorcism! Flexorcism!
- Oh, shit. He's about to do a flexorcism.
Don't look away. all: Flexorcism! Flexorcism!
- My brother, do you want this chain?
- Yes. I-- all: Boo!
- Man, it was a gift!
- Nigga, it was a curse from a broke demon.
Whoever gave you that fufu chain hates your guts
and wants to see your downfall.
Now, do you still want this chain?
- Yeah. I do-- - Slap him, Boone!
- Nah. - [scoffs]
- But in life, if you want it...
[crowd gasps]
Nigga, go get it!
all: Nigga, go get it! - Nigga, go get it!
Oh, my God, I didn't know it was gonna be a silly thing.
I would have worn my silly shirt.
It's CatDog going front to back.
- Dude, you gotta take it easy, okay?
Boone isn't being funny.
He's spitting facts that could change your life.
This is serious. Be respectful. - Okay.
- Maniflexation is about waking up every morning
and saying to yourself, you're gonna go get it.
You gotta scream into the Booniverse!
Now, join me as we speak in rich nigga tongues.
[speaking gibberish] Big coin. Big check. Big lake.
[all speaking in tongues]
- Sid from the internet. [speaking gibberish]
The net. Money.
[babbling]
- [babbling] Yellow Starburst. Red Starburst.
Num, num, num, taste oh-so-good in my mouth.
- Money. - I like sherbet.
Sherbet ice cream. Oreo milkshake.
Oreo milkshake. Hat. Bite.
- Sit down! - Bite. Bite hat.
- * Putting a knot in my cans *
* Making decorations from Spam *
- Fuck you doing, newbie?
- Oh, I am just trying to get cozy, really.
You know what I mean? Like, I figured
I'd be here any day now,
so just really wanted to give myself a dope setup.
- Hey, is that the Dracaena Janet Craig
that was in that Mexican lady's yard?
- That's the one. - I was gonna take that!
But then I thought, well,
they ain't do too well in direct sunlight, you know?
- Hmm, see, that's why I got that tarp, you know?
Gives you great coverage during peak sun.
- Right. - Yep.
I actually have some clippings propagating in a shoebox,
if you want to grow your own. - Oh, that's cool of you, man.
- Hey, I'll take one. - Okay.
- Hey, I'll even trade you my pet crawfish for it.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Look at that. They do tricks.
Sit. Sit! Sit, Lucy.
Sit! She's a diva.
- Hey. Hey, y'all. - Diva now.
- Hey, y'all, your boy gonna be over there
by the hollowed-out TV if anybody wanna get
they cheeks clapped, you know?
- Move, boy. Get out the way.
- See, you poke a hole,
and then you get a shoestring-- - Uh-oh. Oh.
What's happening to me?
Oh, is that Omarion or a nigga better than him?
Hey, hey.
- The aesthetic I was going for.
- Is this side table mid-century?
- Ooh, it is not. It is this century, and it is
just a piece of driftwood with some tires underneath it.
- Oh, yeah.
- But you could put your 7-Eleven cup
right on that bad boy.
No coaster, you know? Go ahead. Raw dog it.
- Oh, come on, papi.
I'm gonna respect your place. - Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Okay! Classy. May I partake?
- Yeah. Go ahead.
It's pee, but go ahead. - Mm.
- Yo, I'ma need you to come over to my spot
and put some spice on it.
I've been meaning to switch up the layout,
but I ain't got that queer eye, you know?
- Let me tell you this.
I'll flip your tent like a strong breeze.
- Aw, man. - [laughs]
Come on, player!
- Come on, y'all. I got some Sacagawea, man.
Some loose beans.
Some Sacag--do me a little-- just loose beans
and change mixed together.
- The key advantage to tax-deferred growth
is that you won't pay taxes on your untaxed earning
or your contributions until you're required
to start taking distributions, huh, huh?
- Damn. I missed it.
Is he talking about a Roth or a SEP?
- Dog, he had it in the first half.
Now he's just up there bombing.
- Shut up, Jak.
- People here are drawing, man.
This is so bad.
- They're not drawing. They're taking notes.
What do you think they spent the $140 for?
- $140?
Who this nigga think he is, Kathy Griffin?
People paid that much to see this?
- Dude, you need to-- - What?
- You need to stop, okay? You're doing too much.
- I don't know.
I think I'm doing the correct amount.
This nigga Boone is charging people 140 goddamn dollars--
- Now, see,
here's a brother, okay,
that's hating on education,
because he's possessed by poverty
and won't shut the fuck up while I'm doing my thing.
- I'm not poor, I'm broke,
just like every other person here,
because you stole $140 from all of us.
all: What? - Yeah, yeah.
My friend invited me to this show,
and I didn't know it was gonna be this goddamn much.
You owe us all our money back, especially her.
You owe us $500!
- [laughs]
Listen, you fresh bitch,
people come to this conference to create a future.
Now, why do you have a problem with that?
- Uh, because it's corny as hell.
Why don't you just give everybody their money back,
so they can spend it on something better,
like honey buns or playing kickball,
instead of making us look at this--
I don't know--fucking Pac-Man.
- Nigga, that's a pie chart.
- It ain't better than honey buns!
Who want to play kickball? Hat. Hat.
Little Mr. T. hair. Come on. Old man that's all in brown.
- Sit down! - This is the problem
with the modern Black man.
They can't even begin to stay ten toes down
because they grown-ass babies who haven't even learned
to stand on they own two feet.
You're not ready to maniflex.
You probably still sleeping on your mama's couch, aren't you?
- Yeah, sometimes I do,
and sometimes I sleep under a tree,
and a pinecone hits me in the head, and I wake up.
Boop. And sometimes, I sleep in people's cars,
in the valet lot.
And sometimes, I sleep in the shower,
like a rainforest critter!
- Stop it! Stop! - Don't! Stop.
Dang, you strong!
- Mr. Boone, I am so sorry.
I thought he was ready to be in public spaces,
but I was very mistaken.
- All right, all right. - Please.
Throw my chain as sacrifice.
- What?
Now you go get it, nigga.
[all gasping]
I thought Boone was the strongest!
Who's my leader now, y'all?
- Now you got a nigga fucked up.
I'm Boone.
I throw chains and I throw these hands.
I'm successful. I know people.
I make one phone call to get you fucked.
I got booty niggas ready to go. I got booty niggas ready to go.
- Well, tell them niggas,
come get these cheeks at the park,
because we playing kickball!
And you better stop teaching all this dumb stuff.
No one knows what Philando literacy is.
- Nigga, it's "financial literacy."
You been here the whole time! - Fuck you!
- Kickball!
7:00! - I can't believe you, man.
- Nobody wear cleats. - Sorry about that.
- That's cheating!
- I guess I never knew
you could have half-ply toilet paper, though, you know?
- Bastard.
You were supposed to be my bang bro.
- Christopher, are you drunk?
- Yes I am, Langstopher.
- Okay, three hours ago, I was spiraling on menthol,
but it turns out this is the first thing
I'm actually good at.
- Oh, I don't give a d-d-damn, Nate Berkus.
You're fucking my situation up, man.
All right, you're showing 'em a rug,
and then next, they got Wi-Fi.
Then they getting mail. Then they got a house.
Then the coochie staler than a open bag of chips.
[siren wails] - Okay, Chris,
you're getting a bit-- - All right, y'all.
Time to break it up.
- Oh, shit!
[chatter]
- You gotta move east or hit a shelter.
- Hey, Jarvis. Get a load of this.
They're over here making egalitarian shit.
- Oh, no, Adam. This is lavender, see?
- Hey! you can't do that to us!
- You're right.
Bodycams off.
- What? Can't you see I was trying to build something nice
for these people?
Instead of bullying us,
why don't you bully the people who put us here, huh?
Like the casino or the steel industry
or the fat cats down in Washington.
Today, we have had enough, and like Dikembe Mutombo says,
"No, no, no!
We're not gonna take it!"
Who's with me?
- Yo, man. Chill.
Chill, my brother.
You gonna fuck it up for all of us.
- Excuse me? - Just chill.
- We got a good rhythm going on around here.
We sleep where we ain't supposed to,
then they show up, and we leave.
Nobody gets hit, nobody goes to jail,
and we'll be back next month
when they move us from Smokey's on the East Side.
If you keep doing all this Kwame Ture shit,
somebody's gonna get hurt.
- I don't care what you said.
I don't care that they don't believe in themselves,
because I believe in me.
I'm not a penguin. I'm a bird that can fly.
Fly high in the sky, like a peacock, and no--
- I'm gonna use this flashlight
to break every tooth in your head.
- Okay, well, you could have said that the first time.
Run, Cheryl!
- Let's move, guys!
- I couldn't even be homeless, and I have a home.
I mean, how do y'all deal with this?
- You know, some people see us out there trying to get fed
and have a nice day, and they think,
"Hell, nah. Hell to the fuck nah."
They say there's a program. The program ass.
Now you back at square one. It's a constant cycle.
That's why we like Chris, because at the end of the day,
he's just a big dummy we can run through, you know?
Sure, we need food and beds and all that other stuff,
but we need thots too.
Chris doesn't see us as homeless.
He sees us as sex objects.
- Ah, ah, ah, correction. I value you as sex objects.
Who's the hero now, nigga?
- Yeah, but okay, what if I have kids someday,
and I can't give 'em the safety net
to survive this shit
because I'm too busy out on the streets,
getting bounced around by cops and thots?
- Come on, man.
You are not gonna be homeless, all right, ever.
And even if you were, you know people.
Cool people who wouldn't just come down to your tent
to fuck on you.
They'd bring you, like, Bluetooth speakers
and sandwich meat
and whatever khakis you like to wear.
- Really? - Yes, man.
Quit being so scared about your future.
You need to be worried about your present life, right now,
'cause you ain't got no girlfriend.
Your diet is bad.
You walk around like you trying to sneak out your mama house.
Every time you walk upstairs, you, "Yep. Yep. Yep."
And I don't even know what that is called.
You wash all your clothes with the towels.
- Oh, yeah, and if I'm being completely honest,
your design taste is a little pedestrian.
- Pedestrian? Ma'am, you sleep outside.
- Oh, okay, so just because I'm homeless,
I can't have an aesthetic?
You are very pretentious, Hermit Miller.
- [laughs]
She called you a crab with a last name.
- Stupid raccoon bitch. I'll kill you.
[clapping, cheering]
- Yes!
[laughter] - And she was like,
"Boone, take my chain as sacrifice."
She needs him, dog. It's so funny.
She'll be riding Boone's dick like--
[imitating motorcycle]
- Shut up. I don't need Boone.
It's just nice to be motivated by a outside source.
Sometimes, you gotta see it in someone else
so you can see it in yourself.
- Yeah. Like the dougie. - Sure.
Boone puts confident language in my head
and a battery in my back.
If you don't have that as a Black person in America,
you gonna lose it eventually.
It's crazy for us.
- I guess, bro, but, you know,
he did say he was gonna get me fucked by some booty men.
- I'm sorry. What? - Yeah, so go crazy.
- Cheers to that.
- Hey, to booty men. - Cheers.
[cheering]
- Ohh! - That's what
I'm talking about, Cheryl! - Go crazy!
- Damn! [all cheering]
- Go! Go, girl! - Go win some!
Oh, my God, look! - Look at that.
- Nigga, is that my chain?
- Yeah! Go, Cheryl! - Yeah!
[hip-hop music]
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