im busy!

hate how niggas can ignore u and act like u bothering them and if u say something then ure tripping???? but let me ignore that ass and u blowing me up with multiple texts and phone calls all crazy.. real funny nig, taste of ur own medecine

i had the weirdest dream last nite. my family and i were in the bronx and we were driving this van my father used to own back in the 90s, i dunno why i was dreaming about this van but anyways i was driving it for some odd reason and i parked some where at a meter and the family scattered, everyone had different destinations.. so i get this fone call from my father saying everyone was done and that i could go get the van and pick them up from their various locations. so i go to the street i parked on and the van is missing. so im like shit wtf am i sposed to do, so with the type of father i have, u dare not tell him something like that so im like spazzin walking from block to block hoping maybe i parked it on a different street and i just got the streets mixed up. after walking about 15 blocks, yes 15 i see the van parked at a meter so im like yes! i get to the van and the wheels were missing. i open the door which was unlocked and the whole inside is wiped out, all the chairs, radio system, television, its just empty. im like freaking out like stupid bronx puerto ricans, wtf do i do? so i see this van come driving down the street that is the exact duplicate of the van and my father is driving it!!! so hes like what are u doing, i told u to come pick us up. at this point i am relieved like okay he has our van, im not goin to get in trouble... except i get in the van and there are all these prostitutes in there! so im lookn mad confused and my father is like dont worry im bout to make us some money! next thing i know my fone was ringing at 6:30 am....

wat the fuck....