Madness 3.1.5

What’s going on? My name is Tyquann; everybody around my way calls me Peanut. I am twenty-seven years old now. Sitting in a max prison—how many years, you ask? Let us say football numbers. Do you mind if I spark this joint? Don’t matter. I’m going to do it anyway. Chill with me for a second, though—relax, if you got a dutch rolled up, spark that, just better not reg. Or dro—that weed too harsh in the lungs. Got a bottle on you? crack that—what are you waiting for? Pour a little out before you dr...