Hit them dnms for my base all day since January - snowing at my place for weeks now and I got heads creepin on my shit 24 since I started doing my chef thing. Talkin to fam on my block and hearing my homie in the mail truck might get a piece put to his skillet if my pack is riding with him. These fuckin dirties trying to play with my supply and I'm bout to go door to door if dem goods don't show. Couple of my partners think I should slip USPS dude a tool and tell him this block don't play; swear if I gotta go sweep this shit lookin for my work, I'ma put like 6 in some swoll lip ass fuckin zombie. Not my shit playas - the cook can pull triggers too. Fucks up with all you rock kings?
We get it, you own a gun and smoke crack. Big whoop. Sounds like a typical Tuesday to me.