I make it out this hell I’ll never sin again/It’s probably a lie ’cause I’d do it all again/’Cause everything I’ve done gave me fuel just to win/Gotta peep the vision
Deep fried breaks transport the A$AP Mob to the not so distant past, a spirited ode to their modest roots. Life was a constant hustle, and no day was ever promised. With no guarantee, the idea was to live life to the fullest. Through his eyes the same fire he narrowly escaped is what has capitulated him to riches beyond his wildest imagination. The Mob rolls on, and another chapter opens.