Where do I begin with this garbage? Ray J. is unfortunately at it again with this lame song, this time he tries his hand at rapping…. if that’s what you call it. What I’m really pissed about is that listening to this song was three minutes and 17 seconds of my life that I can never get back, and I wasted it on these defunct metaphors, and Ray J.’s misguided dreams that he’s someone’s pimp. Really man, I know you’re Brandy’s brother, but too much more of this coonery on the mic will not be tolerated.
-Mack-
Mack I totally agree…I feel like he got REEEEEEEALLY high and went in the studio. He's feeling himself and he needs a reality check.