Relationships with thugs usually result in a lot of pain, but it seems women can't resist the attraction, to the danger, the sexy, the slang, the swag! For Kayla James, the attraction to King Miller was irresistible, just the mention of his name, and Kayla would blush red as a beet. Kayla is beautiful, intelligent, and big on loyalty and principles. The streets weren't her thing. King had the streets on lock, she was a get money nigga, fly dresser big spender, and he could have any female in the hood. Kayla and King would hook up, have two children, a girl and a boy, live the high life until the inevitable happens, and their life goes from riches to rags. Will these young lovers last through all the drama and hard times? Will they raise their children to be good people, or will they follow in their parents' footsteps? It's been said, "Time heals all wounds but does nothing for the scars left behind."
"Where the hustle brings the dollar."
In a city full of money, sex, and drugs..you will get swallowed whole. In Amir Brooks and Asshir Robinson's perspective, the only shit getting swallowed is their nut. Two young hustlers from the dirty south with a plan to take over the whole country. The streets, and hustling is all they ever knew, but what happens when the women in their life want more from them? Their minds are only on that paper, and how to keep their home-front happy. But what happens when..the streets keeping calling them? Will they slow down and think of the bigger picture? Or, will the streets replace the ones they truly love?
Kauner Wright and Milan Johnson have it all. When I say all..I mean from the careers right down to the men. Being young successful Black women comes with mo' problems then you can think of. One of the issues is their obsession with street niggas, and the perks that come with it. What happens when their lives are starting get tested in more ways than one? Kauner and Milan love their men, but we all know the streets don't care who you love. Will the girls fold or stay behind their men?
The streets ain't never love nobody, and never cared about the ones in it. Welcome to Traplanta.