Ricky Rozay raps “Put Molly all in her champagne, she ain’t even know it”
over a mediocre beat, & nobody bothers to ask who “she” is, or if shemade it home safe that night. I can’t help but wonder how many horror storiesI’ve bopped to. How many truths I’ve assumed to be fiction, thinkingWho would be fool enough to make public knowledge of their private sins?When Bobby Shmurda got …