His little Brother couldn't have said it better: "When you lose a soilder, the Battlefield gets Kolder, I reminisce as I get older, as I sit back and Blow on the doja, only to realize that I'm still missing a Brother. Happy B-Day Bruh I love you R.I.P"
Today my nigga woulda been 26 years old. We should be celebrating smokin FAT ass Kush Blunts Back to Back, But I guess the Lord had other plans. Everything happens for a reason thats what I keep tryna remind myself, cant question the Lord he doesn't make mistakes. It's always the ones you love the most that go....now all we got left is memories to play. I'm a hold ya sons down...make sure ya fam stay str8 thats what real niggas supposed to do, ya Lil Bro thats like my right hand man. So Happy Birthday Armand & R.I.P.....save us a spot, see you when I get there homie!
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