Own It

"Well, look who is checking ME out! Embarrassiiiing!" Drake laughs. Fuck, he caught you staring at his butt.

"Great isn't it?" He finally lets go of you and does a little twirl. This MF actually does a little twirl. "It's called a BBL, a Brazilian butt lift. My crodies told me, if Metro and Ross were already making fun of me anyways, I should really get one. That'll show the world I don't care what they think, right?"

You stare daggers at the 'crodies' behind him, currently snickering and gesturing the shape of his round bubble butt at you. These guys have barely respected him before, but now that he lost the beef with Kendrick, and half the world clowned him on that Metro beat, they seem to view him as nothing more than a joke.

"Yeah sure. Do whatever you feel like, man." You can protect him from fans or haters, but there's no use in trying to protect him from himself. God knows you tried. And yet, you can't deny that his ass actually looks good. If only it was on the back of a woman, and not on some male Canadian rapper.

"Let me get comfy, and then we can plan our homecoming party." Drake picks up the two bags he was carrying, and his guys grab the remaining stuff.

You watch him go up the stairs as he leaves, until you realize that you're staring at his butt again.