Quavo POV
I was with Heaven teaching her how to skateboard.
"We haven't been talking a lot Heaven what's up?" I asked.
"I'm fine" she said.
"No you not" I said.
"How did you figure that out?"
"I'm your uncle... somebody picking on you?"
"No, this boy..." she said before I cut her off.
"What he do? You too young for boys... no boys util you are 35 40 50 60 70 and saggy"
"Why you boys can date but us women can't?" she asked.
"You not a woman Heaven you a little girl"
"Uncle Qua I'm 10"
"Yea a big girl but not a woman"
"Okay uncle I can't sneak and have a boyfriend"
"No I will get him and yea"
"Why?"
"I will protect you no matter what" I told her.
"Kids pick on me and say my brother was left off bad and boujie... Offset wife a stripper thot and you like Chris Brown leftovers... I want to fight them they so mean"
"Kids just jealous because you can get almost anything you want"
"But It hurts they call my big brother a mumble rapper" she told me.
"People told me I would ever be that big rapper I was at Met Gala only the whose who gets invited there" I said.
"So let people talk?"
"Yea they mad look at you honor roll, smart, pretty and your hair can grow. I mean people could get jealous" I said.
"Thank you"
"You welcome"
"Let the haters hate"
"That's right Heaven"
