G.H.E.T.T.O

This is a story about August Alsina his gf Brea Trey songz his gf bre Chris brown his gf Erica kid ink his gf Tae Princeton his gf shar ray ray his gf jazzy roc his gf cookie and prod his gf Nikki all of these men's live In the ghetto and they trying to make it the best way they can .

It 3am Brea still up waitin on August to come home she walking back and forth thur the house the door open it august Brea stop and look at him he has cuts and scars on his face

Brea: omg baby what happened to you

August: baby chill it nothing

Brea: it something look at your face

August: I got into a lil fight at the strip club alright

Brea: strip club ?

August: yeah strip club you know I got a think for strippers baby that how I met you remember

Brea: yeah I remember but I'm not stripper anymore so you dont need to be going to no damn strip club

August: mane whatever I'm a grown ass man I can do what the fuck I want I'm taking care of your broke ass

Brea: nigga what I ain't broke

August: that funny you working at mcdonalds but you ain't broke ? Oh

Brea: fuck you august you ain't shit nigga

August: oh I'm not shit huh ? Ok get the fuck out then if I ain't shit

Brea: I ain't going no where

August goes into they room start throwing Brea stuffs onto the front porch

Brea: August STOP

August: no get the fuck out NOW

He grabs her by her hair while she screaming LET GO August I don't wont to go he pushes her out the door and slam it Brea sit on the front porch crying her eyes out August call up his his niggas Trey & Chris

Chris: ugh yo august it 3 in the damn Moring what is it ?

Trey: Ikr nigga what is it ?

August: I just threw Brea out my crib

Trey: what why ?

August: she pissed me off she said " august you ain't shit "

Chris: forever I would of done the same thing

Trey: Ikr ain't you taking care of her ass

August: yeah I am but I feel bad for doing

Chris: don't feel bad

Trey: she shouldn't if been talking shit

August: y'all right I did the right thing fuck her

Trey: true

Chris: right you good august

August: yeah I'm good I will talk to y'all tomorrow

Trey: alright nigga

Chris: alright

They hang up