 Nightmares, we running out of soda. So much Dio, who thought I was Kim June? Fuck it. Caught me an alley, dipped a piece of gold. Kicked another brick, then the kitchen closed. Ran up in the slot, could take that nigga phone. Catch him in the cell, but I sprayed him up. He did it for Samoia when the prayer up. Machine gun in the summer, still wearing gloves. B.O.P. me in