you need a passport.
ask a cabby to steer you in the right direction and give him a handsome tip for his troubles.
thats how i got my 60 valiums and 5 oc 80s last time, and fuck a prescription....put it in my pocket and hope for the best playa...never let em see you sweat...
im high as fuck 24/7 so its physically impossible for me to seem nervous
im sure i coulda been in mexican prison a hundred times by now but god walks with me yo
PS: theres nothing fun about mexican jail. but the reality is, i realize they realize i know that. if that makes any sense. so we both good. nothin to fuss and fight about, show my id and keep it movin.
shout out to psd...i dunno how he got popped on a commercial plane