“Let me see you with another nigga, Suga… you ain’t seen shit yet,” I threatened, and she shrugged, as if I didn’t just warn her that I was going to lose my mind if I saw her out with another nigga. Before I had no choice but to tolerate the shit because I didn’t have Capp and Capone’s blessings. Now that I had it, Capri might as well had been my fucking wife.
