Buck In Cuba

Young Buck and I were chillin’ In Cuba on a roof top smoking. There were a few runs with him where no one but he and I smoked. So we often would find a rooftop or alley to slip away for a few moments and puff one. He was a true stoner, and would always let me know he “got a fat ounce coming,” or “a fatty of some Kush” cause he knew I took my Cannabis as serious as he did…for breakfast.

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