say "JaMarcus wanna tell ya a story. I remember back when I was at LSU. JaMarcus scheduled classes-sometimes he was present and sometimes he wasn't. But there was always this one cat who would talk down on the homie.
"Go to class JaMarcus. Get your education. Sports may not work out." the guy would always say.
So this guy went on to get like 4 degrees in economicology, biomedics, physicology and a bunch of other s**t JaMarcus aint heard of.
Well when I was back at LSU a few weeks ago I stopped at Circle K to get some skittles(my fav), Grey Goose, Slim Jims, puffy Cheetos, Twinkies and a swisher sweet when I see none other than nerd supreme working the cash drawer. JaMarcus laughed as he read the name tag. It read a.ssistant mgr. Meaning this n*gga cant even move the bubble gum without another n*gga's permission.
So while he studied real hard at college he is forced to stop bums from jerking off to the Spanish chicks in the lowrider magazines, stock peas and old condoms and make pennies on the dollar ---JaMarcus flies a private jet, hangs with Fat Joe and got $32 mill guaranteed. And JaMarcus can't pass a freshmen speech class let alone throw a pass. But that's why I get hated on."