Now this is forreal. When Big Pimpin’ meant “I got a Fiero.” and a dimebag cost a dime. This guy is da fuckin man. No spinners, no subwoofers blasting indistinguishable lyrics, no black chicks shaking their asses and most importantly, no bling. All this guy needed was a Fiero, some air, some dirt, trusty levi’s, trusty cowboy hat, trusty boots, trusty denim jacket, trusty belt buckle, and a sense of trust. Fuckin A.

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