Saint told me to get familiar (Sorry Clinton), so here we go. The kid Mickey Factz was on my couch for the past two days pillaging my Internet, electricity, and my doorman’s menu stash, and I returned the favor by not having any of his music on any of my computers. I have since changed all of the above (they were the flyest niggas on Greyhound…..pause). I now present you with a pretty picture and some music you and even Umi WILL like. Keep an eye out for us selling Honda Accords in the near future.
