Another time me and Dancehall was smokin at he place in Brooklyn and talking about some underground rap shit, I said man take me to the newest cats you heard of, the rawest street shit only. Dancehall get real quiet and take out a small celly, like looked like a baby cell phone or something, shit was tiny. He open it up and it just had one button, button had no number on it? He press it and instead of saying anything into he just held up some black and white photograph of a dog to the mouthpiece and lit it on fire, didn't say nothing. I was much lifted from the w33d and thought he was fucking with me because thats how Dancehall be sometimes when he high, but like 1 minute later someone beeping outside, don't sound like no normal horn, its hard to describe u know? Like niggas was beeping and this scar I had on my knee from when I was short and ran into a coffee table started itching and I went to scratch it and Dancehall just looked at me like "No nigga, don't itch that. Itch that is the rudest thing you could do." And we went outside and the car was a Escalade sitting on like 24s also, pretty intimidating to get into a devil hell Escalade when you high, but Dancehall wasnt afraid. Driver was on some secret service shit, didn't smile, didn't even look at us, we just got in and buckled up. We ended up at this underground garage somewhere in deep Queens, like driving down floor after floor while we just got higher and higher. And then suddenly, there we were, bottom floor, all dark except for the glowing illuminesence of a crowd of niggas checking they Sidekicks and droids, no service because were underground but they still checkin, and a lone spotlight on this dude, real short cat, like 5 feet, wearin all red. Someone had a drum kit, real small, started giving him the most basic beats, and nigga started spitting, but they weren't rhymes. Nigga was spitting anticipation of different events, right? Like all of a sudden, I got real nervous about Easter, started thinking about how I had a bunch of candy and shit to buy, right? Then next I was dreading my 40th birthday. I turn to dancehall and I'm "Nigga I'm only 28!!!! Who is this cat and how he spit anticipation of 12 years from now, thats like some 2021 shit???????" and Dancehall was 'man, nicca name is some awful shit, his moms was a chef at an unpopular but profitable resturant and his dad I heard was a vet who was in the bomb squad and come back with PTSD, so they named him the collective nervousness of a group of people reluctantly waiting to eat. When nigga walks past a Taco Bell, its like a whole crowd of people chanting he name, sultry seduction of crowds of girls waving they titties, smearing them with fire sauce. Drives him crazy like a wolf, make the nicca hornie as hell devil, got arrested last week for putting he mystery weener in one of those new black tacos, found him crying in the bathroom covered in cinnamon, crying, screaming "why u name me this way, chef mom" and I said "no way can a nigga be named that, how they put that on he birth certificate" and it turn out he was born at a Jewish hospital!!! I was like "nigga u cold" and thats why I dont eat tacos no more
