Troy Ave leaves the concrete Brooklyn blocks to get on some smooth type shit; no really, son opts for a Fall lunch date in the park…with mallards…and geese…and a bottle of merlot (to cuff and swig from after the meal’s done). Shit’s dope, and I enjoy a fine merlot and all, but I’d like to see the next joint called “Chilean Carmenère”…just sayin’. Get Bricks In My Backpack 2.
“Merlot”
