They say you never really know the strength of a product until the streets start complaining. And that’s exactly what happened to me with the first wave of S903.

The bars was breaking up too easy. Six decimals deep and lookin’ fragile, like they ain’t been pressed right. It didn’t sit right with me. So I pulled the plug. Removed the liquidity from the S903 pool and made a decision right then — we gon’ bring it back, but this time? Whole bars only. Zero decimals. Solid cuts.

Meanwhile, a new name started floating around — B707. Supposed to be strong. Supposed to be heavy. I didn’t pair it just yet, just kept it in the stash, waiting to see how it would move in the streets. Something about it gave me raw potential, but I wasn’t ready to serve it. Not yet.

Behind the curtains, I started to notice something else. My plug? The one pushing S903s? He wasn’t just moving my supply… he was spreading it to other corners of the city. And that ain’t sit right with me either. I started asking questions.