“Man, I can’t believe this shit!” Low thinks to himself taking a long pull of his spliff. He looks at his phone, memorizing and rereading the messages Chase had sent earlier this morning. “She’s buggin’” he says while exhaling the smoke, shaking his head. He had texted Jay asking her to come over. Even though…
“Last time Low said it was sticky, she had to catch a body. Well, maybe this will be her second”
“Zion was annoying and a creep growing up yet, never in a million years did I ever think I would be his murderer”
I’m ready to beat a bitch up, and kill anyone that comes my way!
1. Go get your gun, 2. go into my office and get everything out the safe into the duffle bag. 3. Call Low, he’ll know how to handle it.