Listen up son.

En route to get some Caribbean food. Destination: Jamaica Ave. Riding down the treacherous Guy R Brewer Blvd with the windows up, heat on High.  Dodging potholes cos they’ll fuck the suspension up. 5% tints, no one can see in the car and you can barely see out. Bunch of hungry street hustlers on the corners trying to make a buck selling everything from loosies and CDs, to car rims and TVs. Cash Rules Everything Around Me. Queens get the money. Facts.

Press play. Visualise it.