“Who you gonna make the God father, Rich? That nigga crispier than a hot dog on the grill at the hood’s block party… your future baby daddy made sure of it.” I snorted while laughing, because he didn’t tell any lies. “Anyway, Capri I will call you later.” “Don’t try and end the call and not tell me who you messing with, B.” I cursed myself because I thought we had gotten over that conversation and he had forgotten about it. “Zay.” He remained quiet before he blurted. “Why, Blair? I actually fuck with his music, and now I gotta take him out… fuck.”
