When I was little I knew this kid Chris who was my little brothers friend. He was a straight up nerd, dork whiteboy muthafukka. Skinny as hell, had a mullet, went to church 3 days a week, femine little sissy boy....
Then last year I seen him on my street riding in a Convertible Mercedez, with a bad a$$ chick. We started talkin and catchin up, it turns out he was a Hedgehund manager, started talking to me about it and explaining things, I didnt understand half the words that were coming out of his mouth.
So I asked him why was he on my street cause he definetly dont live here. He was scoring some coke.

I aint mad at him, he did what he was supposed to do. Went to school, studied the whole 9.