“Yeah, you bout to go lay in some dirt soon… why the fuck is he here?” Meer finally broke the silence. Red chuckled, clearly used to his nephew not having a filter or a care about him. “I didn’t have shit to do with running in yo spot.” Tookie was the one who spoke instead. “Yeah, and I don’t make my dog shit on the lawns of the neighbors I hate.” Meer stood near his bike next to his wife.
