The Capicorn Zone

My good friend, a pop, out pole. He died last week. I don't know what he died from, but hopefully it's just like some cancer condition. There were people just kind of chilling with out pole. How does that work? Like, like, out pole is like wild. You just like, yo, I mean, he killed a couple people and he betrayed their friendship and he robbed people. This is a no Capicorn zone. No, you never even passed Mosh-aloo on a train. Don't get it twisted. Cause y'all be like, oh, Jesus mirror or old. They don't know. We listen, you young bucks