I only listened to this song because when it was sent to me, the title was “T.I. – Hello/Good Morning.”

True to this fact, I completely spaced out after Tip finished rapping and Sean started talking to himself. So I can’t tell you what the song is like. However, while in my daze, I did have a few thoughts. So I’ll share those instead.

1. Last Train to Paris: Is this a Diddy album, a Dirty Money album or a Diddy attempt at creating a pop version of Detox? Or just a bad idea?

2. Damn, I’m glad T.I. is out of jail. Can’t wait for that album.

3. Diddy would’ve been the most annoying slave driver if this were the 1500′s. Doing silly dances on the cart while tease whipping dudes whispering, “Take that, take that.” Actually, in any other scenario, it’s hard not to imagine dude as a fruity character of some sort.

4. How did this dude get that rich anyway? Am I the only one that looks back and thinks “Wait, we want our money back.” He’s like the Hip-Hop Bernie Madoff…except he got away. Anybody who ever wondered why you shouldn’t support wack rappers/producers just cause everyone else is doing it, look at Puffy Diddy. That’s why.

5. So those two broads are Dirty Money, huh? Would you associate yourself with females who call themselves this? Maybe I’m a germaphobe, but when I think “dirty money”, I think of strip clubs in the summer at high noon on a Wednesday when the Tuesday squad is still on the floor and the stench is killing all the plant life in the vicinity. Or smelly hobos tucking bills by their sacs to avoid getting robbed by other sweatier, smellier hobos with more bills tucked by their sacs. You know what, I also think of Puffy saying he’s young, black and famous, with money coming out the anus….oooooh. I get it now!

No. Actually, I don’t.

And I refuse to get it. Damn you, Diddy for wasting another five minutes of my life.

Dirty Money Feat. T.I. – “Hello Good Morning”