you go out on da balcony cuz yknow ya gon find him there, it's 2 am, Horace is smoking another blunt looking at nothing, without a shirt, wit diamond necklaces and shorts, it's been 2 days since his homie died last night, one of his gang, they grew up together, both lived on the streets, with da gangs, and both threw themselves into careers as rappers, but the other night, Key was killed by gunshots