My worst encounter with the police, okay, I was over there, I was living in North Oakland, I was over there on 63rd, and my *****, one of, the van that we had had broke down, which I don't understand why he was driving the van, anyway, so anyway, I just get up to go get him, I didn't really put on nothing, had my gown on, just hop in the car real quick to go down the street to go get him, and I didn't know, I didn't have no lights on, and the motherfucker police, they pulled me over, and then, hold on real quick,

Oh man, I need more than 30 seconds, but I'll give you one. It wasn't really the worst encounter, but it was crazy. Me and my mans by Eastside High School, we got the pack on the motherfucking dashboard. We smoking, next thing you know, two motherfuckers roll up on us. We thought it was the op, but it was actually detectives. They open the door, they see everything there, bro. This shit's cloudier than a motherfucker. They're like, yo, nah, this ain't them. They closed our door and left. I was like, yo, what the fuck? Crazy.

Um, I haven't really had any encounters with the police to be honest. They stay away from me and I stay away from them.

Worst encounter with the police is when they arrested my ass at the front door because my son missed too many days of school. Insurance got involved because he had the flu. Man, fuck y'all.