2017-01-03 at 10:20 AM UTC
You want me to follow protocol and you know cuz smoke some weed go around and Crips Rollin thirties and should have no problem my boy you know how that goes just smoke with me and she's supposed to meet me in her humid mouth and she's supposed to meet others on the couch
Baby will make no such a wonderful terrible but you abort my fuckin son who never gon grow old man you don't know how this is some bitchass that be father to go to his s*** that is him
2017-01-03 at 10:46 AM UTC
I love meth. There thats my poem.