Here's how I'd spin a hypothetical MS who was not involved in this plan:
...so here's this guy that I love like a brother and he feels like my ticket to the good life without the kind of work I would have to do in the real world. He's got big dreams and bad schemes and if we're going to go to next level stuff I can contribute by hooking him up with Ish. And is he hot to hook up with Ish! He hits me up four times between January 27 and January 31, and by the 31st he's really frustrated - "I'm under pressure





, ****'s gotta start happening. wtf's up with Isho? tell that guy to text me already." All good. He had the first of the guns we'd score in his hand by Feb. 10. Good times are coming. Next level ****. Life rolls on for few months and we meet at titty bars makin' big plans and doing stuff, mission here and mission there. There's a lot of drugs. Come late May he makes a big move cause we're going places where we might need to disappear people, maybe for money, maybe for an inheritance, maybe maybe maybe. July 3rd rolls around and I roll out of bed in the middle of the afternoon like most days, and start my daily scrounge for food, for beer for dope. My





hooks me up with some Heini and a couple of subs by 6:30 and I'm chillin with Marlena and Dell's out on a mission of some kind. I'm out for a smoke by the pool and I see he's got a chick over so I lay low and waste the night away in the basement with Marlena, drinking beer and having sex and listening to Pocket Full of Stones on repeat and then later I hit the vapes - that knocked me on my



for a while but I came to my senses and texted my





to see if he was around so we could run wars or hang out or something, but he's down for the night. I read his last text from a few hours ago around 9 am and hit him back with an "aight" before I head off to bed. That brought him downstairs and he told me the craziest **** had gone down. Un-f-ing-believable. That chick I saw last night is gone. Crazy. Dell's gonna deal though, and I'm so tired and I just need to crash. Whatever ever he needs me to do to help I'm down. He's my





. Well, eventually we dispose of her in Dell's new incinerator. Took a while to get it going, but we hung in with the wait 'cause Dell's got this body to deal with now and it's the perfect chance to test it. I didn't really know what to expect, but it was intense. I wrote a rap about it right away, how I saw her that night, how she ended up. Intense.