one percent with The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Now Nick Carraway is a Ivy League white boy who rents a house in Long

Island next door to the pimpin crib of Jay Gatsby, a rich play boy with

dat mad Mitt Romney money.

Across the way, my boy Nick be chillin’ with his cousin Daisy and

her man, Tom. Now what Daisy don’t know is that Tom got his self a

sexy ho on the side named Myrtle. Myrtle is married to some weak ass

punk named George who can’t please his woman.

One day while kickin it at Gatsby’s crib, Nick discovers that his

cousin Daisy used to be Gatsby’s main bitch.

He moved to Long Island in hopes that he might

get a crack at that ass again.

Anyway, all these rich white folks decide to take a trip to Manhattan together.

These fools arrive at the Plaza Hotel

where Daisy’s hubby Tom gets all crunk about Daisy and Gatsby’s relationship.

Gatsby and Tom get all up in eachothers’ grills and

tell Daisy that she’s got to choose her man but this bitch just can’t

make up her mind!

Back in the hood, George straight up says “Myrtle, I know you been

acting a dirty skank.” Myrtle loses her shit with George and says “I

wouldn’t have to play you if you didn’t act like such a bitch.” So

Daisy be driving Gatsby’s car back to Long Island when dat crazy hoe

Myrtle just goes up and slings her ass in front of the car. Bam! She dead.

Daisy just keeps drivin Gatsby’s whip, gets the hell out of

dodge, and decides she’s done with Gtasby.

When Tom finds our about the murder, he goes up and tells George

that it was Gatsby who was driving the car.

Now George be thinking that it was Gatsby who

was Myrtle’s stud. So that boy George grabs himself a 9 and caps

Gatsby while he chillin in his pool. Then he dun ice himself. Damn.

After dealing with all this rich white boy angsty bulls***, Nick

decides he needs to get the hell out of New York and chill in the

mid west.

Let’s get right to it, homeboy. “Gatsby” can be considered a

criticism of the anti-Calvinistic image of the American dream.

America may have started as a land where homies always got each others

backs, But Fitzgerald’s America is full of back stabbin crackers that

make Gatsby’s romantic dream ridiculous. My boy Gatsby keeps it

real by stickin to his American ideals.

Like dat fool Minter

says “ Because of the beauty of his dream and the heroism of his

efforts to move beyond it, Gatsby can be made great”

Check this motif son,: dreams vs. Reality. Gatsby has these big ass

delusions about the future with his bitch, Daisy.

Gatsby be thinkin’

that you can repeat the past but my brother be straight trippin. Cuz on

the real, ain’t nobody can recover past time.

You can see that Fitzgerald embodies this motif in tiny details. For example, on page

50 it’s revealed that Gatsby has a big ass stack of books, most of

which he’s never read. It’s like Gatsby be frontin’ trying to look

all intelligent and shit. But dat ain’t reality, B.

Yo, you ain’t know shit about Gatsby til you know about the

symbol of the green light. Some playas think the green light

symbolizes the fading optimism of Gatsby’s dream. At the beginning of

the book, the green light has a burning quality that gets Gatsby

all riled up about shackin up with his bitch. But by the end of this

book, it’s just another lame ass green light. There ain’t nothing

special bout it, just like his fake ass dreams.

Yo thanks for tuning in to Thug Notes. I hope yo bitch ass learned

something today. See you next time playa.