"Hey man that's some good shit" three big coughs and my eyes got all glossy, West coast weed beat anyone in the world and if you had anyone say otherwise have themy come speak to me personally. Today was a rainy one the city was ready for me, or was it really just me ready for the city? Shit who knew, I knew that I knew but hey that's all in my head.

Some punk had tried to play me, he was moving the product in my area and I wasn't going to have that slime ball, burnt top Ramen looking scumbag thinking he made it big in my territory, I rolled a few backwoods grabbed my guns and headed for the car,

I threw the guns in the passenger seat and hopped in, smashing the gas fuck a speeday limit, this fuck was at the park right now selling his shit not knowing this WhitePunk all doped out was about to knock his dome peice back and drive away probably stop at a fast food restaurant then head home. 

I approached the park real slowly, I knew where he was and when he came into siget I laughed, 

"Dude looks like Johnny test" I said to myself noticing I was actually talking to my gun, the dude was at the corner of the street and I pulled up right next to him. He approached the car fucking idiot thought I wanted to buy. I rolled the window down, gun on my lap. He noticed he fucked up I saw the look in those eyes.

BANG 

BANG 

BANG

His head split open and his chest spit out the red shit, I sped off Into the night. Nobody fucks with my territory or my city and that was what I just let the world know.