I was ghost riding Tedd's whip--E-40, man-- all the way to fucking VA (where I was known to dribble, by the by) when my mufuckin nuccas rolled through with that blaze technology and a crush of industry black. I got mad lifted and copped the new Young Leek single.
It was a good weekend. RIP Lucy Anne Laughlin-- my real nucca, heard?
Yeah, leave it to me to make light of my Grandmother's funeral. It's all I've been around all week. Well, until today.