Allow me to quote myself: edgyboy (in 2011, edgy was not an adjective) with a side of of (probably fake) occultism à la Harry Crosby. But then, Harry Crosby committed suicide, and so did lovedied, alias Greg Sattan.
You can dance to this (I did), and exercise to this (I did), and question your black/brown- ness to this for not knowing enough Rick Ross lyrics, like I did. This is really that versatile.
