It was funny because the nigga, Trilla, I was running for at the time didn’t bother to make sure me or my moms was straight. When I sent word back to the block that my moms needed help to pay her bills, that pussy acted like he didn’t know shit about me. I felt like less than a man listening to my mother cry on the phone that she was being evicted and I couldn’t do shit about it.
trilla sounds like a piece of shit
