The best Snapchat video ever taken was of an all-black screen and captioned “Im sitting in the dark with my niggas.” No one spoke for all six seconds, it was a silent movie. Thank you, Rick Ross. The fourth-best Snapchat video ever taken (skipping the second-best, in which DJ Khaled got lost at sea) was of Ross and his fiancée at the time, Lira Galore, racing home in one of his expensive cars, her body squirming against the steering wheel because she had to pee so badly. She screamed, “I have to go to the bathroom, stop laughing!” Oh, and the third-best was posted ten minutes later, after Rick Ross had roamed his driveway and admired the wheel wells of his parked cars, their gleaming bodies, their windshield details, and the hood ornament of a Rolls Royce. Then he panned to his now-ex, who was still in the driveway, screaming: “Please let me in! I can’t find a bathroom!”

Rick Ross uses Snapchat for the same reasons as anyone else—for promotional purposes and when he’s bored, and he’s bored a lot. Sometimes he’ll take the elevator in his home up one floor and then back down, providing a quick reminder that he has an elevator in his home. He loves to show off his toys, whatever form they may take: three-foot jets, action figures, furs, shoes, or a shelf full of Charles Dickens novels. “You know we only buy niggas’ whole catalogs,” he said once. Another time, he climbed into the driver’s seat of his BMW, as a curious way to prove to viewers that he could fit in a Ferrari. (Are Ferraris and BMWs the same size? Imagine Mythbusters but with Rick Ross.) In Ross’ world, there’s always something new to show off, whether it be a new WingStop location or Gunplay popping by for a visit, or his chef Amaris Jones serving up a salad topped with a vinaigrette made from Belaire Rosé, the sparkling wine Ross endorses.