I got a weed man that turns me into a fukking Uber Everytime I try and cop an ounce.
Last few go arounds he been all
As to why the shyt he selling me ain't up to par, constantly selling me post dated dreams of good harvests and shyt.
Last time I copped from him I had
- Carry him to get food.
- Drop him off at another deal he had.
- Drop him to a corner shop to cop papers
- Drop him by the grocery store to holler at this chick.
3 and a half hours later I get my shyts and we roll one. I'm alright or atleast so I think 'cause the shyts pretty good.
Break the pack, roll one up, take a hit.................and it's Huckabee.
The fukked up thing about him is that when he got good shyt it's decently priced but I had to avoid him after getting sold a 6 for a 9 too many damned times.