A lot of you people look at me like
"Who the fuck this nigga think he is?"
Enemies can appear in our lives out of nowhere.
A stranger who cuts you off in traffic. A dude who looks at you weird in the men’s room. Or treasured friends who betray you out of jealousy.
But when enemies do rise up, they must be dealt with decisively, on animal instinct.
Mortals falter. Kings act.
And the mortal who acts… well, that motherfucker becomes king.