So what's going on, Wolf? Talk to me, man. People worry we're hearing stories about you getting into fights and all this unnecessary bullshit. What's on your mind? Talk to me, I'm here. I ain't ever got a struggle, not a game. And I put that on my dead grandmama's name. Too soon. My nigga Slater, yeah that's my lil pony. Lil homies is wrestling like I been fucking with Coney. Nigga Phillip and Kobe, to my niggas that know me. You boys seem happy as fuck, but truthfully your boy lonely. Nigga's a target for marketing. He's an artist, can't even walk. And a target without bothering. Customers bothering, asking me for a picture. Can I talk to they sister? My nigga get large, she a fucking smothering god. I wanna quit, but I can't. Cause mother and sister can't pay the rent. Four stories of storage, I'm 21 with a mortgage. And Torrance paying the bills. Life's a pain for thrills. Life's a bitch, brother from the third floor, man she's gorgeous. A year ago I was broke, now I cannot afford this. I started off with disposables, now I have an assortment. And I'm using these negatives to develop a portrait. Now the frame is a pain in the ass to get it in. Without a scratch, a stain in the glass, but that's not important. Just as long as it's printed, and I hinted it is. And when I get it, I'll make sure you get a copy, bitch. Shit, I'll even add a signature with the fucking picture. I'll even tell you the film I used in the aperture. So I'ma roll another one. I'm just fucking with you, I ain't smoking none. My squad bring terror, no intended pun. Merge booth made niggas extensive funds. Mama got the Rover with the range. She don't ever ever got a struggle, not a game. And I put that on my dead grandmama's name. Too soon. Grandmother died, didn't cry, not a tear. I done a lot of fucking weird, no water dripped out the eye. But when I got the news, yup, I left your boy stuck. Cause when my mom dipped, she was the one that gave me a fuck. Mom calling and calling, I'm on my way to a show. I answer, she crying saying Sadie is dying. The doc said she only had a week for us to speak. Before she diseased, cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up. Fuck, nah this is really awkward for me, bruh. I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back. And started to think, like what the fuck just happened? I never had a death, and I just seen her a week ago. Meet them at the hospital, I should. In between a set of bad, bad, not good. Lionel acts with half, I said it's bad, bad, not good. Just take me to the Cedars-Cyanide off of Oakwood. Getting there, family sitting center chair. Awkward in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air. Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there. There's a room, open up the curtain, she's just sitting there. There's a room, open up the curtain, she's just sitting there. Hello, our conversation's brief. Couldn't even make eye contact when we speak. Looking at her, you could tell all she had was weak. And I'm not talking days, bruh, I'm talking about her streak. I sat there, 20 minute tops. Hoping it was just a fucking plea that she could cop. She died that night. Oh, that's heavy, man. Sorry for your loss. Yeah, whatever though, don't worry about it. Hey, that last time I seen Sammy, he was just a... Fuck that nigga, Sammy. Uh, have you seen him? Nah, but if I seen that nigga, I would've killed him.