I am ill, I am real, I might got a deal.
I pop bottles and I have the right kind of build.
I am cold, I am dope, I might sell coke.
I’m always in the air, but I never fly coach.
What am I?
The best road rage I’ve ever seen was this girl screaming out of her car window “I hope you don’t fuck like you drive!” I still think about that sometimes.