Lil' Wayne's lyrics spoke to Volkner.
Through pain and depression.
Lil' Wayne was always there for him.
"Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch"
Volkner got the chills whenever he heard those lyrics.
It's like they made him feel things he never felt before.
He would drive over to Flint's house to pick him up for lunch or something, blasting Lil' Wayne.
Flint always told him to stop being ridiculous. That Lil' Wayne has nothing on Lil' Jon.
Volkner disagreed every time.
No one understood his feelings.
The walls of his room were plastered with Lil' Wayne posters.
Lil' Wayne was Volkner's guardian angel.
He felt electrified whenever he listened to Lil' Wayne.
He dressed up for Halloween as Lil' Wayne.
He eventually adopted Lil' Wayne's sick style all the time.
Flint always told his friend that he was overdoing it.
Volkner didn't care. This is who he was.
Flint shouldn't be judging him for being himself.
Lil' Wayne saved his life.
The least Volkner could do to thank him was worship him.
What a brave man Lil' Wayne was.
Devilishly handsome, too.
Volkner didn't care about his butt buddy Flint anymore.
He left his old life behind and made his life revolve around a musician.
Naturally, Flint kept getting more and more upset with his old friend.
"But why are you doing this? Don't you understand how unhealthy this is?"
"Nah brotha I got the hookup, ya dig?"
As time went on, Volk's obsession became worse and worse.
One day, Flint decided to pay his friend a visit.
They hadn't talked in weeks. Months, maybe.
That's how bad the obsession was.
Flint walked up to Volkner's front door and knocked.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
Someone who appeared to be Lil' Wayne was standing at the door.
"Uhm….is Volkner home?" Flint quietly said while staring at his feet.
"Nah….but Lil' Volk is right here."
Volkner literally turned into an exact copy of Lil' Wayne.
Flint lied down on the ground and sobbed.
FIN