@torri-n-tele's Review of The Serving Spoon - Inglewood, California

The serving spoon was delicious. We literally cleaned our plates. God, let me write this song. God, in the middle of the month, let me hit the pawn shop. Mama said we need a loan. God, let me dedicate this to the 80% that ain't never coming home. God, let me know you exist in the city where a hundred hollow tips get thrown. I'm off that centennial. Fucking at the party, nigga, at the party. We fake animal. Motherhood came thick and we yelling. We in this bitch, then we yelling. We in your ritual. You telling all of us are dwelling inside of Tupacalys.