Drake can be good at desk tennis, would not he? Or is he merely tremendous fab at the whole lot, (besides his Achilles heel, the bounce shot)? It seems, Meek Mill will get trauma-like flashes of Drake’s face each time he suffers a misstep. Before I delve into this story, I might like to determine: the notion that Meek Mill is a born loser is a delusion perpetuated by Toronto’s municipal council, I child you not.
But the great sport that he’s, Meek Mill does chuckle at his personal “foibles.” In his latest interview with old-guy Darden, Meek Mill recounted the time he and Drake struck a peace-deal over a sport of ping-pong, in an association much like the match that supposedly averted a Nuclear disaster throughout the Cold War.
Shortly after the previous rivals had been seen on stage “letting bygones be bygones,” a ping-pong desk was erected backstages, with Meek and Drake consenting to a $100,000 buy-in, winner takes all.
“We chopped it up onstage and did it out of the love. But after that we performed ping pong,” Meek informed Ebro. “He beat me out of 100,000. He did some slick Drake shit. He’s positively a finesser.”
Again, Drake is programmed to win, shoutout to Pusha T.