Holy Moly Donut Shop

So as SB slumbers in his California King he begins to wake up and he doesn't smell any damn food. He mumbles damn can these bitches do any thing right i though i told them to have my food cooking every morning!? As SB is bitchin about his bitches he finds out that there is no power and that there is a smell just not smell of bacon. He smells donuts and, any that knows SB knows he loves donuts. There is nothing SB wants more than a dozen of donuts!

Memory

As Slickback reclines in his Lazyboy he begans to day dream about they days before he was a money making P.I.M.P. Thinking back when he was a young boy back in Chi town sitting on his stoop in front of the brownstone that his mother worked so hard to maintain. Wishing that he could have his own front yard like he saw on TV. Instead of a front yard he had a concrete jungle infused with bullshit. His mother always told him to get his ass off those steps and find a way to make money or he would dream his life away but, Greg Lee had dreams and he knew on day he would obtain them. That day would not come easy or swiftly because as his BlackBerry rang he awoke remembered that he still was reaching for those dreams and a front yard.