"fuck u drake! i love u! i hate u!"

Me: *sits on the park bench next to Drake* Sup papi
Drake: Nothin much
Me: I can see that.
Drake: whats that supposed to mean?
Me: oh im just sayin thats its a lot of nothin with u lately
Drake: like?
Me: wheres views from the 6?
Drake: *starts sweatin* what?
Me: Your album papi. Where is it?
Drake: its uh..its in the works..
Me: I see. So.. you gotta release date or something gimme a little timeline?
Drake: You heard 0-100 right?
Me: Oh yeah I heard but I thought u just needed a rhyme or something because if u think im waiting till spring 2015 u got another thing comin playboy
Drake: u know what? I got somewhere to be *tries to stand up*
Me: *yanks him back down by the hem of his luxurious cashmere sweater* listen...dont.play.games.wit.me.
Me: Understand?
Drake: *nods*
Me: *lets go of his sweater* aight u can go.
Drake: *stands up*
Me: I like them timbs by the way
Drake: Huh?
Me: Collateral.
Drake: *sighs and kicks off his boots*
Me*picks them up* I'll be seein you champagne.
Drake: *under his breath* I cant stand this bitch
Me: What?
Drake: Nothin
Me: *trying on my new timbs* keep playin and imma come for that chain