A song about friendship, Me and mi bredda bredda Nitro are always out being too curious and laughing at the outcome. Hope you enjoy, Love & Respect (Give me a YouTube Sub pretty please! it's tough out here) ... "Pope mi bredda! You bring di papers?" "Nitro… I brought tacos… and 3 ounces in my sock." “HIGH GRADE BROS TO DI WORLD!” . Me and mi bredda bredda pon a mission, Buy up di weed like we got a prescription, Him seh, “Let’s bake brownies,” mi seh “Cool,” But him bake 12 and nyam 10 like a fool. Now him stuck inna hammock talkin’ to goat, Mi laugh so hard, mi nearly choke. He call 911 seh he seeing star sign, Dem ask him name—him seh “Bob Marley, online.” . We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh, From Negril sands to the Cali path. One love, two lighters, three spliffs high, Up in di clouds where only eagles fly. High grade mischief, no shame in we game, Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same! . Drive-through customs with a ganja stash, Mi seh act cool, him start speakin’ fake patwa fast. Officer look and seh, “What you sayin’, boss?” Him seh, “Wah gwan mi bredren, mi just passin’ gas.” Dem pull we over, mi nearly faint, Dog start sniff, but it’s curry taint. Turn out it’s fine, dem just hungry bad, So we gift dem jerk chicken and they call it a ‘pass’. . We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh, From airport stress to di backyard bath. One love, two lighters, three spliffs high, Higher than drone pon government spy. No fear, just cheer, inna haze of flame, Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same! . Split the stash inna flip-flop sole, Drop a nug inna soup bowl. Laugh till mi tears overflow, Him try roll one—burn down him fro! (Wheel it back, selecta!) . Him seh "Let’s grow some inna backyard scene," Plant it right next to mi Granny’s callaloo green. Now Granny boiling tea from the wrong pot, Said “Why mi feel irie? This taste hot!” We apologize, now she blaze every night, Tell story 'bout Marcus Garvey in flight. Even mi pastor waan try a draw, Mi seh “Nah man, yuh stick to Psalms, mi star!” . We di High Grade Bros, nah care bout fame, From Jamaica beach to Portland Maine. One love, two lighters, three spliffs high, Lifted like drone weh nuh need no sky. Ganja warriors, comedy team, Laugh ‘til we cry like we livin' a dream. High Grade Bros, big up di name, Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same! . American remind me what we were doing again? Mi nuh know star... but mi know mi munchies dem serious. High grade forever!more

Fun Colab with Casper T, was groovin on a track and he let me do some sampling. @therealcaspert on SoundCloud CasperT here on Slaps The Pope is about to do Pope Stuffmore

I had SO MUCH FUN making this, we stopped after the third take because I honestly don't think I can get it mixed any better. I LOVE this one and I hope you get a kick out of. Hey, while I have your attention, go follow me on SoundCloud. (releases on the 11th) . Yo, I was vibin', chillin', mindin' my biz, Then here you come, with your unwanted quiz... Like—bro, who. da. fuck. asked. you.? . First of all dude, who da fuck asked you anything? You don't pay my bills, and your vibe's unsettling Just walk away while I finish my smokin' Or stay if you want, if you think that I'm jokin' Who asked you anyway? Not me, not today So zip it and flip it, go away on a vacay 'Cause I ain't got time for your blah-blah melee . You got opinions like a podcast on shuffle Jumpin' in convos like a dog with no hustle "Actually" this and "Technically" that Bruh, did I blink wrong? Why you barkin' like that? Tryna flex smart, but your facts all bent Meanwhile I'm chillin', just makin new content Up in your head, are you mentally stable? More things going on than an everything bagel . All you Karen's in the comments, three paragraphs deep I write songs about cannabis — like girl, go sleep I'm not even listening, it's my coffee-break time I got you on mute like your a professional-mime This whole zone here around me is Do Not Disturb But here you are anyway, (now I need more herb) . Hi, you've reached someone with sass. Take your opinions, shove em right up your ass Beep. Beep. . BEEEEEEEEP! . First of all dude, who asked you anything? (Seriously, read the room—it's not happening) Keep your advice like your ex's mixtape Unplayed, unwanted, a total mistake Who the fuck asked you anyway? Not me, not today Catch me ghostin' your input like it's MySpace So zip it, flip it, save it for a TED Talk I'm busy vibin', now please... just walk. . Like bro, who. da. fuck. asked. you. Next please. Like bro, who. da. fuck. asked. you. Next please.more