Yo, play me with a handshake. Say “What’s up, L.L.? Good Luck.” That’s all. That’s all I want. I don’t want you to kiss my feet. That ain’t necessary. Just give me respect.
My radio’s loud like a fire alarm: The floor vibrates, the walls cave in, The bass makes my eardrums seem thin. Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back… You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac!
