“Would’ve brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free. Except I made millions off it, you fucking dweeb. I still own the building, I’m still keeping my seat. Y’all buy that bullshit, you’d better keep y’all receipt.”
That’s Jay, ethering a bunch of you-know-who’s in Open Letter, a quickie home-made rap track with which he used to answer critics who had questioned his and Beyonce’s vacation to Cuba.
That flow, in particular, referred to Jay’s selling of his (very, very, very, VERY) tiny stake in the Brooklyn Nets, a move that was necessary since Jay’s newest business venture is a sports agency.