[Interlude: Skit] Rich porter gettin' killed, I remember the day I remember rich, man, his leg was shakin', like, like Like it was a set up for him Fuck was goin' on? And then, the phone rung And he told me, like, yo, come in, and he was talkin' And he was sayin', like, yo, we got your brother, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Nigga, we want, half a million, bam, boom, boom Rich was like, man, I ain't givin' you shit, or whatever, I ain't got it, man And they hung up And rich was like, yo, you heard that voice? And I was like, I don't know who the fuck that is Rich bein' rich, he mad and, he really wanna find who, you know, who the fuck it is behind this When they call back, they say, you know, the thing is gonna be this You think we playin'? Whatever, whatever, go to McDonald's, on 125th street Motherfucker, there's a package there for you in the bathroom So rich sends somebody over there, I believe They came back, I think, with a coffee can, with rich' lil' brother finger And a tape recorder with his lil' brother cryin', pleadin' for his life I felt right then that it was somebody in the inner circle Yeah, because they know exactly, every move, you understand? And which we find later on it was rich' uncle That's how wicked, and how deep the game is, bro