A 40 ounce, a vial, a dime bag or two. Anything to get you make you feel better or at least get you through. I may be hurtin, but I'm feeling no pain. And to those who left us before their time. We raise our bottles to you when we're drinkin our wine. Cause a little bit of you comes down from the heavens or up from the gutters when it rains.
Its soo real in deez streets. R.I.P to all my 2O1 peoples takin B4 dey Time. Miss'n ya'll. But ii smile cus yall in A bet
ta place; look out for all us dats left tryna make it.