Trap

What is love?

On my way home in this stolen car;but first had to make a few stops. the first stops I made was to the nearest flower shop. Then on I went to my grandmother's and my father's grave. One my father's grave I pissed on his shit, burnt his flowers and spray painted Junky on the back of his tombstone. I know that sound hella disrespectful but I have my reasons and I'll share that to you later. After leaving I was on my way to my stash money.  I know I had $500,000.00 hidden under my old dog house. only one person knew about the cash and that was Right-Eye.

Right Eye was my nigga back in highschool. We use to kickit before my ass went to jail. If the money gone either he jugged or he keeping it in a safe place. if it ain't the second way (Keeping it safe) that's that nigga head.

Pulling up to the to the stash house. don't look like anyone has touch it still looks brand new. walking up the stairs of of the house to the grand double doors. putting my key into one of the doors.As, I was turning the jet the lock wouldn't move. seems to me somebody changed my look I thought in my head. That's when I kicked those heavy ass glass doors in. Took a looks around. I had no walls, appliances, cabinets, lighting nor doors. Then I saw a note tapped to the back of the wood post that said, "If your here and looking for your stash you gotta look harder. By the way this ain't Right Eye. I killed that bitch nigga. Call me if you want the money 900-919-9123"

I'm totally pissed off at this point. the bitch car I stole barley have gas's in it and that was my survival money. I guess I'll see what else they took. So I ran down the stairs into the basement. I almost forgot I have secret garages down there. so I pulled on of the book of the dusty book case and it moved out of the way to reveal my Mercedes Benz G55 Amg. Aka the beast. I got in my truck and started that shit up and drove away.

As I was driving I picked up my car phone and called that number. it rang and rang. Finally somebody awnsers. It wasn't a nigga it was a bitch. The how was talking about here nails and all this other shit. then I was like jokes on you.... I kept the money in my truck. How you feel? (Umm.. so what was that up under the dog house?) Don't worry about have fun were you going though.

Then I pressed the end button. I laughing so hard at that bitch. All I can say she better enjoy the next 2 minutes of her sad pathetic life. I pulled over to the corner store that I secretly owned. pulled into the back of the building and ran inside, pulled out this remote. Then got back into the truck. I had a decision to make press the green or red button. I pressed the red button. and drove away to the nearest hotel.

I walked into this W Hotel. I was nice and up to my standards. I went to the front desk and said I needed a room for one night. she said what's your name. I said,  "Mr. Charlie Myers" Knowing that wasn't my real name. she said cash or credit. Cash was my option. I got the room at that the presidential suite.

As I went I side the suite the first thing I did was watch the 11pm local news. Headlines was the bitch I blew up into pieces. Yep, the red button showed her fat ass. Pay back is a bitch don't touch what's mines hoe. I left the room and went to do some more dirty work.

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