It is all shit weed. And you gotta cart a black dude around for anywhere from a half hour to an hour and a half stopping different places trying to score. I'm talking for quantity here, pound not a couple dime bags.

I had to yell at my guy one time for nonchalanting a big fuckin blunt, w/ cops across the street corner from us. "Aw, they don't care about a blunt." Probably but with a pound and a half in the trunk, I don't wanna take the chance. "AAAAAAWWW Damn! I forgot wut we wuz doin. Damn! You right. You right."

Then there was the time he saw some dude who had been sniffin around his baby mamma. 3 in the afternoon on a Friday, this motherfucker gets out of my car and starts yellin, "Whatchu think you doin nigga." at a crowd outside a fucking fried chicken joint in the middle of Trenton. My face musta looked like I saw a ghost as I turned to look at the crowd, 1/2 the dudes eyeballin me.

I had to yell get in the fucking car 3 times. 3rd one I added "or I'm pulling away," cause the natives were literally gettin restless and traffic was lining up behind me. He gets back in the car and starts folding up a Gerber multi tool, all the tools were out. What the fuck were you gonna do with that? "You see the size of that nigga? He woulda beat the hell outta me, but I put some holes in him if he try."