I step outside the crib to go to the whip, and my neighbors out there cheifing and shyt. I go next door to chop it up. They passed me the blunt (we smoke with each other every blue moon) and that shyt was a Dirt McGirt
I hit that shyt twice before I realized they had passed me a boonk joint and was like

My neighboor go tell me my bad, I forgot you only smoked Plane Jane. His cousin and brother looking like

I was like nikka that shyt ain't funny, and stormed back in the house

It's like unwritten rule down here to let a nikka know if the blunt is dirty before you pass it because nikkas LOVE to put coke in they weed down here

I ain't fukking with them bytch nikkas no more man


, lookin like a fukkboy. nikkas were makin fun of me. Props to my boy for lookin at them nikkas like 
Glad you made it out alright

you said yourself thats what them nikkas do down there so you shouldve known to inquire what the fukk they was smoking before putting your lips on it