Yes. No. Maybe. Well, there's a chopped and screwed line in Big Boi's verse talkin' 'bout:
Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers gettin sloppy
Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day, that bitch is eating good
While that is a little premature, their point is made: Sir Paul effed up by not signing a pre-nup.
I gotta disagree, though.
I'm not married. I'm not rich, either. I have been known to be a love-struck bastard. And the way I figure it, if you're really in love then there's no such thing as tomorrow.
There's only today. And today is as long as forever. Forever doesn't have a contingency plan. It simply is. If it becomes an isn't, then what good is anything that is not forever gonna do you? The value of forever, after all, can't really be calculated.
Sir Paul is an artist. Surely, he falls behind that line of thinking.
If he doesn't, then he must be a bad businessman. So say UGK and Outkast.
According to that article above, the soon-to-be-former-Mrs. McCartney is only asking for 50 million pound while Sir Paul is supposed to be worth 800 million.
One sixteenth.
That seems like a good bargain for losing forever.
Then again, maybe not.
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