It was a mistake
I always got shit laying around, ’cause you know, it’s my house, I can do whatever the fuck I want. So I got guns, and jewelry and all kinds of dumb shit laying around all the time, ’cause I don’t really invite a lot of people at my house. But this time, we were shooting some shit for Red Bull with Murda Beatz, the Remix Lab Live, and I had all my shit laying around, guns jewelry all that. My homeboy and security Los, he picks my shit up ’cause I got a bunch of strangers in my house now.”
His bodyguard wanted to keep the guns and other belongings away from the visitors.
“So he takes it, puts it in his bag, and that was a week and change ago and he just forgot the shit was in his bag. We went to the airport—that’s what happened.”
“Everybody reading this and making their own stories and calling me an ‘ignorant thug with a gun’ just because that’s what you draw from my image. What they’re NOT talking about is how I didn’t leave my Security stuck there with MY gun when most artist would’ve ran off from fear of the press *cough cough* it was an honest mistake. NO CHARGES. NO ARRESTS.”