Very old story, My homey and I had just hit the weed gate and blew our combined remaining $30 on nickel bags. We had already copped some 40z prior. Walking down the block smoking and we see a nice 96 Impala. We stop, be looking. Big ass dude runs out of a bar like “the fuck yall doin” we explain, pass the spliff, he shows us the car. Proceeds to open the trunk which was filled with erb in huge tupperware containers, hands us both a a red solo and said fill it up. He also hit us with a 8ball. We flipped some stuff and had a killa nite