 Yeah, we on boss talk one on one, one on one. Yeah, we gonna talk. Wow. You see him? So sometime I'm ubering back and it's late. I got left to the 60s neighborhood, didn't nobody know me. I'm here and niggas say, say, cuz who was on me there, cuz? Oh, that's good partner. Man, where's Scarlett? But he knew who he left me with. I don't know. Wow. But I trust him because he's been kind of a father figure, uncle like to me while I'm in California. I don't know nobody. But I'm entrenched in street culture. So I got to learn this shit, homie. This is the shit niggas where I'm from and killed and died for. And I'm on Hoover Street. I get to walk down Hoover Street. I get to go to Grape Street. I get to go to all these different places that niggas from my city will never go to. So nigga, I gotta come back here and teach these niggas say, homie, fuck that crippin' blood shit, nigga. That's them niggas shit. You can't go up there and claim that shit. Niggas will kill you up there talking about where you from, nigga. Leave them niggas shit alone. That's California game. So what I did, I always sat California over here. I never, cuz they're the originals and the founders. So I never spoke on them. Nigga, I learned that from him. Everything past them is emulating and imitating. They really faking. Yeah, yeah. So I'm telling everybody back in my town, nigga, fuck that crippin' blood shit, nigga. Fuck you, crowd-bad niggas. I'm getting big on the internet. California niggas hearing this language, me talk to these local crips. Wow. Nigga, I went to the funeral trying to figure out, man, what the fuck everybody crazy about this Nipsey hustle, nigga, fuck. Nigga, he ain't played on our songs down here. So I'm watching my city, Dallas, Fort Worth, throw this celebration for this Nipsey guy. I want to say to Dallas, man, this is beautiful when we can come out and show love. And nigga, we got niggas do what he do here. Fuck, we celebrating that nigga fuck. So may everything say, hey, man, I'm going to the funeral, you wanna go? So I go to the funeral trying to figure out who the fuck is Nipsey hustle and why this nigga being celebrated. So when I met the funeral, they smoking weed. They playing his album, which is cussing, bitch, this fuck this, so nigga, I'm fucked up. This ain't Southern shit. No, man, this is a dead body. But because I'm with the rolling 60s, I get to sit counter to the family. So I'm looking at all these motherfuckers smoke weed, include myself, smoking weed in his motherfuckers, cause this, we don't do this down south. We are for Nipsey. I started listening to them people speak of Eremis. My son, Eremis, Joseph Asked him was a great man. The mother, the father, the girlfriend, the little boy, the little boy said, last night, Eremis came to me in a dream. The day of April 2nd, I had a dream. I was in a paradise. And I was in paradise and I was playing in the ocean water. When Eremis popped up right behind me, he said, what up killer? Cause that's my nickname to him. I turned around and I yelled his name and I gave him a hug. It blew me away. I put the weed out. Wow. No man. And when we walked by, I'm looking at the family. They mourned in Eremis. We bullshitting for Nipsey. Wow. So I can easily say fuck that character. So I get left in the 60s neighborhood. Nigga, this is a melee. Can't nobody get through. The Uber can't get through, nothing. I'm there until like 10, 11 or 12 o'clock at night. Hold me, how the fuck I'm gonna get back home? And I can't say this, but Skull left a bag. Say Skull, Skull tell me get the bag. Them niggas ain't gonna let me get that bag. They got that bag and took it to Skull. Wow. But I'm still there with the 60s. So this big old nigga right here can barely walk, ankles bad, knees bad. Look mean in the motherfucker. Say, say, big homie, you think you can give me a ride to the house? Big sight. He ain't said two words all day long. Yeah, I get your ride. Where you at? So I tell him where I'm at. That's a danger zone. So as we riding home, Skull tell me, I remember when Nip was about 11 years old, he came up to me and said, big homie, can I ask you something? And he said, yeah, why you gang bang? He said, this was the 11 year old, 12 year old kid asking that ain't Nip. That's ear miss. This an inquisitive kid. I got that from the funeral. He was very inquisitive. So he telling my gang bang, cause I was born to say, big homie, when I grew up, I'm gonna take care of the hood. That was ear miss had that desire. Nip didn't do that. Nip was a gang bang and rolling 60 that a killer, eight trade gangster Crip that a shooter Hoover. Wow. So I don't honor the characters. Yeah, we on boss talk one on one, one on one. Yeah, we gonna talk.