Pop Smoke Mural No. 2




This is the second mural installation of deceased Brooklyn drill rapper Pop Smoke. This was done by Haitian artist Kenny Altidor who has done quite a few murals around the area which also include the late great Chadwick Boseman. 


#popsmoke #pop #kennyaltidor #woobaby #woos #woo #canarsie #brooklyn #canarsiebrooklyn 

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