"That's some good shit right there lotti said it got 38% thc in it." Cari said as he glanced back at me from the passenger seat.
I nodded my head, "Word?" I said while eyeing the blunt before bringing it to my lips inhaling it slowly before coughing.
"Got a smooth ass pull don't it?" Lotti asked nodding his head while grinning.
"Fasho." I managed to cough out before putting the blunt to my lips to take another small inhale.
"Nah hit that shit." Cari said with this grin on his face, "You taking baby hits nigga." He jokes causing lotti to laugh.
"You scared of that muhfucka?" Lotti asked turning to stare at the water in front of us.
"Hell nah, I'm just saving some of yall since yall did light it and pass it straight to me." I explained blowing the smoke out.
"Cause we want you to enjoy that." Lotti said quietly, "The views of New York from here always been nice."
"I remember I bought my first shorty out here." Cari said with a slight laugh.
"Who didn't?" I said while shaking my head, tapping lotti on the shoulder, "Here." I said passing him the blunt.
"Heon wanna smoke no pressure." Lotti complained taking the blunt from me pressing it to his lips.
"Right." Cari said pulling his vibrating phone from his pocket, "Man what this nigga want." he mumbled.
"Who that?" Lotti questioned him in an aggressive manner.
I furrowed my eyebrows watching the interaction between the two.
"It's just Nel." Cari said shaking his head."
"Nelvin?" I questioned leaning up a bit causing Cari to nod in agreement.
"Call em back." I requested causing them both to sigh.
"You always want that nigga round for." Lotti complained, "Heon even smoke."
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West Point.
FantasyJayZ young upcoming MC finds himself being lawfully incriminated in a police search warrant and meets his therapist Mrs. Knowles. How will he navigate and maintain his career while making an attempt to get a lighter sentence.