Doc: &Amp;Ldquo;So You Smash Fat-Ass Trina Last Night?&Amp;Rdquo; Air: &Amp;Ldquo;Sheeit Doc, I Ain&Amp;Rsquo;T Goin Into All That Now.&Amp;Rdquo;
i drive up and down Harlem blocks-iced out watch knots in my socks, cops think I’m selling rocks.
