FreshFromATL
Self Made
Also, I had a weird dream not to long ago. I dreamed I was in a club at a Jay-Z concert and me and Birdman was in VIP with a bunch of people popping bottles. Next thing I know, someone sucker-punched Jay-Z. The club locked the doors and called security. All off a sudden, Birdman disappeared and came back as security and lined everybody up against the wall. He was checking everybody while putting the beam for the gun on the back of their neck. Next thing you know, he got to me and say turn around and smile. For some reason, I had no teeth and he said, "naw' playboi," and shot me in the dome
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The dentist isn't a solution?


sound like a tale I would write