No bitch had ever made me feel shit, and I’d run across a plethora of bad bitches. It was something about Myomi though. From the moment I laid eyes on her ass in the club, it was like God told me that was my wife and I needed to do whatever the fuck it took to make His will come to fruition. So I was doing that. I was a God-fearing man, and whatever the Lord asked of me, I was gon’ fucking do.
