It's a story as old as time: young kid makes a catchy song, sells a million ringtones, makes a million bucks. Soon enough, he's living like the kid from Blank Check—except he has more friends than the kid from Blank Check (and those friends aren't Tone Loc; check the stats, Tone Loc was in Blank Check), so the kids makes sure everyone is on staff. That guy? He's security. Him? He's my manager. He's my manager too.

If your plan is to demolish your own rap career, making sure all your friends are employed in staff and weed carrying capacities, with salary and benefits, is a good way to self destruct at exponential speeds.