Inf

In feels like yesterday when you came in my room asking me for a cig, stumbling over tables and chairs still holding that bottle you was drinking on. Talkin to me like im on the other side of the world. Seeing you in that casket had me thinking, man we had some pretty good times together. I remember that night forever. You got the beeks, smoked out, drank down, played 2k, and even shared a cig with me. Now that you gone, idk who donna come through to play 2k and talk shit to. RIP Inf