i remember when i was like in the third grade there was this dude named frosty (his name was some weird shit and i could never pronounce it but it sounded like frosty) and his birthday was on february 29. its weird as hell that every leap year i think of that dude, shouts out to you frosty.
now watch me dead a nigga fast like them bitches with no ass, you corny niggas low class, yo, i flash on em. then i go and smash a couple hoes and then splash on em, flickin a lil ash on em. from the blunt we smokin keep a chick chokin, got them open with flows i suppose, and make them soak in they clothes. keep the shit that make em sniff and make them open they nose.