The birds speaking on Savannah can't even convince the dusty negro that works at Chipotle that they're sleeping with to commit to anything beyond a box of rillo's and $5 for gas, but they want to speak on her marriage. Misery loves company, and Shea Butter Twitter will forever & always be perpetually miserable and alone.
Of course they identify more with a corporate sponsored whore whose sole purpose is to shake her ass over instrumentals than a woman actually raising a family alongside a man worth billions that they'd all Captain Ginyu, "CHANGE NOW!" with her to have. Would even leave their little b*stards behind since they are reminded of the men that walked out on them when they actually take the time to pay attention to their needs.
Freedom fighters that rally and regulate in the name of black power and feminism on a platform owned by a Neo Nazi. Sit the fukk down and focus on issues actually affecting you. Rents due.