rolln on south Beach i see this pretty litte thing i say girl whats your name she said if i tell you i bet you cant reframe from trying to take me home and bending my frame the bed frame was squeaking heard a loud bang she said quiet my dad home and 12 bicth with that being said im a criminal so out the window i go just to meet their k9 boom flashback mode i kick this bicth in its Head and jeted up outa there ran to the liquor store and seen i left my bread at her mf crib like damn i was thanking with the wrong head so i go back and bend her frame again then thought damn this isn't tha right room hit the lights to see her mother made it home pants at my ankles door opens theres the 12 there he is looking at my Dang a Lang like nope not for you had to fullfil you fam fuck your daughter fuck up your dog and bang your wife as he reached for his 9 i wipe her twat though my nut in his face and dip out thanking fuck that bread cant buy this comedy