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It’s not often that greatness just slaps you across the face, but that’s exactly what happened today when I was introduced to “Young C.E.O.” Who exactly is Young C.E.O.? I really don’t know. Other than the Facebook message we received that simply read “White Rapper With 200 Million Dollar Net Worth” attached to the video itself, I can’t dig up even an ounce of information on the dude. He’s like a fucking ghost. He’s either the world’s worst promoted national treasure or part of the super underground off-the-grid rap community where artists are in it for the love of the game rather than the attention and fame. If it’s the latter, he’s going to hate this exposure.
Where do I even start on this masterpiece? The pink sheet prostitutes he clearly hired as video girls? One of the hooker’s kids cruising around on a hoverboard? Homeboy’s constantly out of breath flow perfectly paired with the specs, bow tie, suspender ensemble? How about these Waspy motherfuckers all up in the background?
I can’t really see another squad trying to cross them.
We have an early nomination for video of the year, and Young C.E.O. is going into the clubhouse after dropping a final round 61 where he flirted with #59Watch on the back 9..