I love the South. I love country folks. I love country Black folks from the South. I have two of them for parents. And if you have them southern roots (pronounced “ruhtz”) like I do, you probably have more “play cousins” than you can count.
For those of you without it, I’ll give you some cultural capital in context. Stick with me, because I’m about to engage in come circuitous storytelling:
I’ve been outside the country for the latter part of the last few months, so I missed a rack of happenings in American popular culture. Amongst the movies, new songs, and references I noticed when I got back was this “Ooh kill em”, often used in hashtags. A quick internet search had me landing on this gem: