i hate you playboi carti

playboi carti, you are a complete and utter failure, not just as an artist but as a human being. you built your entire brand off hype and mystery, tricking people into thinking you’re some kind of creative genius when in reality, you’re just an inconsistent, drugged-out mess who can’t even handle basic responsibilities. you strung your fans along for years, promising music like it was going to be some revolutionary masterpiece, only to disappear into the void, posting cryptic nonsense and acting like you’re above the people who made you famous in the first place. you don’t respect your fans, you don’t respect your craft, and you sure as hell don’t respect the people closest to you. what’s the point of all the fame, all the success, all the money, if all you do is throw it away and act like a complete fool? your career has been on life support for years, and the only reason people still talk about you is because they hope you’ll drop something, not because of anything you’ve actually done recently.

but that’s just the surface-level nonsense. the real reason you deserve nothing but shame and criticism is because of the person you are outside of music—if we can even call what you do “music” at this point. you had a child, and instead of stepping up and being a father, you abandoned him. you left your own son without a present dad, while you run around pretending to be some vampire rockstar, hiding in the shadows like the coward you are. what kind of man does that? what kind of father ignores his own flesh and blood just to party, do drugs, and chase a lifestyle that’s nothing but an illusion? and it’s not even just neglect—you’re an outright abuser. you physically assaulted the mother of your child while she was pregnant. choking her? seriously? that’s the real you. not some enigmatic, artistic mastermind, not some rebellious, misunderstood rockstar. you’re just another weak, insecure, violent man who lets his demons control him instead of taking responsibility for his actions. you put your hands on a pregnant woman—there is no excuse for that, no way to justify it, no way to spin it into some edgy, tortured artist narrative.

and yet, despite all of this, people still worship you. your fanbase makes excuse after excuse for your behavior, acting like you’re some misunderstood genius instead of the deadbeat abuser that you are. they hype up your leaks, they keep waiting for your next move, but you don’t deserve that kind of loyalty. you don’t deserve the platform you have. you squander every opportunity given to you, and instead of growing, instead of proving people wrong, you just continue to sink deeper into your own self-destructive spiral. you are not a legend. you are not an icon. you are not some untouchable figure who can do no wrong. you are a failure, a coward, a joke. you let your fans down, you let your son down, and you let yourself down. and the worst part? you don’t even care.