"I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label, I ain't tryna be your friend or your man, or your husband. I don't want a label." Kota sung his lyrics to one of his songs as he rolled a Backwood, in a peaceful mind.
It was only him and his engineer inside of the studio, and that was fine with Kota.
"Aye man." Dakota called out as he licked the backwood so the Wood was now rolled, "Put a beat on, i'm finna go inna booth."
His engineer nodded then obliged, putting on a random beat as told.
Dakota began slightly bopping his head along to the beat and sparked his backwood for a moment then bringing it to the crisp of his lips to inhale the smoke.
He began smoking and thinking he should rap over this beat because the beat sounded amazing to him.
Dakota felt his iPhone vibrating against his thigh causing him to snap out of his thoughts, he didn't stall to fish it out of his pocket and hold the backwood between his fingers then cracked a small smile.
Answering the phone call once he saw it was Synere calling him.
His phone connected to the call for Dakota to see Synere in the passenger seat of a vehicle, and heard NoCap playing in the background.
