Roc: -.- you childish Prince , I can't believe you don't like Desiree anyways, I know she's half bug but damn, you don't have to kill her off with a can of Raid...
Prince: well *pulls up a chair, turns it around, and sits in it* we were all thinking it, Desiree ain't shit✋
-Everybody nods their heads and agrees
-Roc phone goes off and he checks it
Roc: aye, I gotta go y'all, talk to y'all later*starts to head out the door*
Prod: Roc finna get some pusssyyyy
Ray: *jumps down from the ceiling* hellll yeahhhh, Roc you better fuck it up, you better have her doing the nae nae in a wheelchair after you done with her
Roc: the fuck...
Ray & Prod: you better have her like *rocks their chairs back and forth* HUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH *does the nae nae*
Roc: wow *goes outside and attempts to get in his car*
Desiree: *busts through a wall* WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOING!?
Roc: *turns around slowly with a 'bitch please' face* why you worried bout me *gets his keys out*
Desiree: if you leaving anywhere, you gotta take this baby
Roc: *starts pointing at her stomach* the fuck you mean,I gotta take that ugly ass baby?
Desiree: I mean what I say nigga!
Roc: bitch, I wouldn't take that baby no where but a scientific lab to see what type of species it is. It's not even born yet, the fuck!?
Desiree: that's true.... Well, nigga take me! I wanna go, I ain't got shit to do!
Roc: the fuck? Hell naw *puts his keys into his car door, gets in, and shuts it*
Desiree: *thot runs to the passenger side, crawls through window and gets in Roc's face* TAKE MEEEE
Roc: HOLY SH..... SHIT, HELL, FUCK, DAMMIT GIRL! *breathes* 😤 why the fuck do you want to go anyways?
Desiree: because I didn't get all cute fa nothing
Roc: *stares at Desiree* bitch you wearing a polo with 2 unicorns on it, pajama pants, with mismatching socks, and no shoes on....
Desiree: you don't think this to much fa today? *starts looking in the Rearview mirror* cause this Sunday and these my good clothes *fixes her wig and applies more lip gloss to her lips*
Roc: ....... *prays* Lawd, Heaven of Jesus Christ and all the Ark angels.... Gimme the strength... Ok, *turns to Desiree* I'll let you go but (gets cut off)
Desiree: AYEEEEEEEE *starts Twerking in her seat* anniewayz, stop at the gas station so i can get my hair done *pats weave down*
Roc: tf you mean?
Desiree: what I meanz? Nigga I meanz I got a hair appointment at the 7-11 right now, I'm alreadi late so hurry up
Roc: *starts driving* I don't get paid for this
-12 HOURS LATER-
Roc: *gets back in his car, slams the door shut , and tries to back it up*
Desiree: WAITTTTTT *jumps on too of the car and gets in the car thorough the window*
Roc: why the fuck did your hair take 12 fucking hours!? Your head only that big , the fuck was with the wait!?
Desiree: they had to reach up my vajayjay and apply weave to my baldheaded baby's scalp
Roc: you put weave on the fucking baby!?
Desiree: I didn't want it to look baldheaded tomorrow
Roc: what you mean tomorrow
Desiree: I'm having the baby tomorrow, ain't that exciting ?
Roc: *checks his phone* fuck you and that gah damn baby
Desiree: who tf you texting!? YOU TEXTING OTHER BITCHES *grabs his phone* WHO THE TF IS THIS BITCH NAME MAH ME!? *throws his phone in his face* I GAVE YOU MY HEART, I GAVE YOU MY ALL, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!? YOU START TEXTING MEXICAN BITCHES!? OHHHH I KNEW IT
Roc: Des, we aren't even together and that's my mom,
Desiree: STFU YOU OLE LOW DOWN DIRTY DOG ASS NIGGA
-Desiree grabs out her phone and starts texting her bestfriend /rival, Bahja
~Text Messages~
Desiree: Bee!
Bahja: Whatsup!
Desiree: Wyd 😭
Bahja: nothing, dickriding wby?
Desiree: he be treating me wrong😪
Bahja: you mean roc!?
Desiree: yup
Bahja: why won't you leave him? He ain't shit
Desiree: cause the dick too bomb
