He was staring at her with this goofy look on his face. “Pops, you met this fine shit that I married?” I could tell he was still coming down from the drugs. “Yeah, heard she a beast, too… you pick them well.” “Not that water head bitch… head so big like the sun… hope you got a mile for a di—” “Meer, stop it right now,” Capri laughed, as he remixed the words to a Trina song.

