Today is an epic day; a trill nigga holiday. May every trill nigga across the globe toast their glass to the air to celebrate this monumental day & continue to reign & put their enemies in the Earth.
Months prior to my epic birth; three wise men from the East discovered my mother with a display of tears, hitting the grounds of Tennessee. Now this mother birthed three great kids previously but she was being troubled by her rivals & desired for one more child to add to her legacy.
The wise men prophesied & said relay this to your inferiors "This is my final warning before combat. No longer my tears shall touch my cheek again. No longer I shall exercise my strength to battle my adversariess. In due time, I shall birth my last offspring. An offspring, an elite that shall embody trill & become the poster child for it. He will build with an allegiance, an army of people that the world has never seen before. He will become destined to wear the crown & those who gravitates to him shall wear them. Ultimately, He shall make it an astonishment that my adversaries are finally beneath me".
Seven months later, I came out the womb with no tears while clutching a gat. My first words, I recited the great Fat Pat quote "Where they at, where they at before I pull out my gat". A legend was born