When I was a little kid in KillaCali I remember daddy moved us all up to the suburbs near Simi Valley. And then he ran away with his secretary named Sally so our mommy had to move us back to the WestSide our backyard was an alley. Peanut butter with no jally, better go to school fool no time to dilly-dally. Then one day on my way I ran into this old black dude by the name of Big Luke he pulled up in this blue & white Caddy. Had he known I needed money, really badly? But sadly, as he approached me & told me he had known my daddy and that his playa ass too was an OG. O golly gee, woe is me he told me that he felt a little guilty like he owed me! So as a favor, to pay for his past bad behavior he was finna gimme the Juice, & it was the kind that be packin hella flavor. But I said, "No way, with all due respect, I'm okay but as for me Mr. OG I choose only to follow the Savior the same Holy One who gave ya, all of the game that ya got, thanks to Him ya got a lot. But it's cool, I'll sit at the pew and me & my B.A.S.I.C. will pray for you & every damn thing you do. We then parted ways & its really sad for me to say, he got got, got shot by the cops on a Saturday, I didn't make to church on Sunday in time for me to pray. 🎵 Father please forgive me go ahead & rebuke, me please for forgetting to pray for Big Luke...You can see me as I'm dropping down on my knees.🎵