and i called kwasi. did he know prince? uh-uh. i just wanted kwasi to tell what happened. and he did it for me. the other guy met you? eat. kwasi said that i called 911 to take the drugs away, and that that was the right thing to do. and that if he harmed me over it, kwasi would call the police himself. then he said that he had been fronted for half those drugs, and that who he owed was after him. kwasi's saying, "well, that's between y'all." then hell broke loose. closing 'em, opening 'em weird. then the shooting started. kwasi drove off, but he just drove into the front of the building. he must've already been shot. then they came over and shot the guy in the backseat from close, then drove off. but they didn't try and shoot you. [ snorts ] kwasi fell over me in the seat. i don't know if they even saw me. did you get any kind of look at them? - not much. - jerome, what does that mean? i don't know how much a look i got. i got a look at 'em, but i don't know how much in terms of recognizing. i'm not trying to lie to you. i'll help you if i can. you know someone named fat