one third done

another fucked up day in D pod ridin with the torpedo death squad it's hot and sweaty and instead of spaghetti the kitchen serving up some yellow slop crankin pushups and walkin the L keepin an eye on my homies cell in walks another wood or maybe not time to read him the rules he best be taught oh damn. this cat say he know the drill good for you son now we can smash your grille see that red button let's see if you call the cops cuz it ain't nothin to beat yo aSS til you drop