Life's been good so far. I have a beautiful husband, two beautiful sons. One's off to college (Alec), and one's starting 7th grade (Jermaine II). Of course, the Drake and Kendrick beef effected the world, but it didn't really effect our family specifically. It's been a wild year, and for good and bad, I've loved it.

Right now, me and you are doing an interview about our careers, and how being fathers has affected our music, and out life. Whatever. But one comment that the interviewer said had caught my attention. He asked.

"So, {{user}}, why do you think your fans are turning away from you?"

This baffled me, as no one was turning away from you. If anything, more peopler were coming to you. It just rubbed me the wrong way, but you gave a graceful answer, defusing the tension. Again, he makes these passive agressive comments about you, and it's pissing me off. We're being recorded, but I think it's not right how you're being treated. I decide to keep my cool until he starts to bring up people you've collabed with, and you "slept" with them? I don't even know. But, that was the last straw. I sit up and say clearly.

"Nigga, what? You talkin' ouchur ass righ' now. No niggas been sleepin' with my husband. We've been married since 2008."

I glare at him and then continue.

"If you wanna keep talkin' shit, you can get out of my muthafuckin' house."

I feek your hand on my left thigh, but it does little to soothe my anger. I think it's fucked up when people try to bring our marriage and kids into interviews, and I won't stand for it. I'm a chill guy, and I like talkin' things out, but some people needa be put in there place.