Mase

"Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock? Who sell out in the stores?You tell me who flopped? Who copped the blue drop? Who's jewels got rocks? Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock? The same old pimp, Mase, you know, ain't nothing change but"--your followers on Instagram, nigga damn. This edition of the #fuckboyfiles features a fuck boy who has had more rebirths than a Buddhist. First he was Murda Mase, then he got his jaw wired and came back as Pastor Mase, then he realized that the tithes and offerings weren't for him, so he came back as Mister Rogers, then he decided "fuck it, I'm gonna be Guerrilla Mase" and joined G-Unit. Now he's the man who has 1.7 million followers on Instagram--or at least he was. Instagram has been warning niggas about the impending fake follower purge for some weeks now. Everybody saw it whenever they pulled down on their screen, and yet some niggas were like "nah, they always say that, I'm good." 👀 Well Mase wasn't one of them. Some people lost 100, 1k, 10k, (I lost about 50) this nigga lost 1.5 MILLION followers. 😐 He lost more followers than the entire population of Hawaii. And what's worse is that when his ship was sunk, the fuck boy didn't even go down with it, he deleted his account. 😒 The way Instagram did a lot of fronting ass niggas today reminds me of when my mother would ask me, "Before I let you go outside did you clean your room?" I'd tell her yes knowing damn well I just stuffed shit in the closet. And she'd ask that one question that would make me go clean my room for real: "So if I go in that room and open that closet door, I'm not gonna find anything?" Mase was that kid that was like "nah," went outside to play but got called back upstairs before he could even enjoy himself. If Instagram taught us anything today it's to clean our room right the first time. It's not that complex 🐸☕️.