Fitta till salu!

You know what? I come over and visit, you know, do my thing. You know what though? Somebody told me that you had died. Really? Yeah, I was like, God damn. No, I don't do nothing to nobody.

I'm out to graduate nursing school in January. Oh yeah? My ************ son. Damn, congratulations.

Let me see that tattoo. You know what I'm saying? That shit always looking fresh to me. Damn. You don't remember going to my spot? Taking pictures and shit?

I remember your face very well. I mean it was like... Those were my good high days. I remember you from down in Cass Corridor. How old were you then? You had to be... I came from Cass Corridor when I was ************ baby. That's what I'm saying. I'm 29 now. Damn, you had to be. Just turned 29. Here's my son go right here.

Hold on now. That's how I look when my hair gets done. Damn, you still look good. Still look good.