After hit Chris Rock in the face, Smith wants to publish a rehabilitation rap album. The first in 20 years. It is, Hach: nice.
Relatively enchanting anecdote, Hollywood level almost. So urgently questioning, although Smith wants to tell her again and again. Or precisely because of that. It is about a young rapper (Smith) that was still living at home, who had what you would have called rhyming book: a booklet with text sketches in which he had collected a considerable collection of genrey -typical swear words. Then Grandma Smith got the book on his fingers.