“Where is Low? Is he there?” She tried to peep around my shoulders. “You don’t worry ’bout where the fuck Low is.” “I was just asking because—” “Let me explain something to you, B; you and Low ain’t happening. If I find out you on some other shit, trying to get close to him, I’ll kill him. Is that what you want?” I spoke the last line lowly.
now Banks you know better
