McQueen

Goldie, please help me

I gotta think about it, you know. It might just work, yeah

Hey man, I gotta split now. I gotta go catch this little trick

But, uh, why don't you come by the pad a little bit later, you know

Be like you never left

Goldie, please

Later, baby. I mean, go do what you gotta do, you know. Go ahead

Say, who the fuck are these niggas? You know they nowhere close to Za

I'm smoked out, nigga. I got a secret handshake with God. I'm a man and I'm flawed

But I answer when I'm fucking called. She can go anywhere she want, but what's the point