To All My Mensaholics out there. As we all know Im working on my debut LP, Welcome To Streetlife City; I’ve decided to write a book along the process, the book will come out the same day as my Abum, which is planned for a March, 17 2014 release. So I decided to give ya all a sneak preveiw of what Im working with. Enjoy.

              It was a hot summer night in Harlem, 3 in the morning: Me and A.R. walking around project to project tryna find some skeezers to smut off with. Bithces was looking right with their half shirts, and their pum pum shorts, you know me, I was straight animal mode. I was harassing everything like 5-0, but you know how these hoodboogers get when too many thirsty niggas fill they head up with 93 premium gas. After I cursed out a couple of bitches for trying to act diva, me and A.R. finally grabbed a bench and sat down, because we was tired of all that walking. We toured the whole Harlem for like 3-4 hours, it kinda felt like we was on a school feild trip. So me and A.R. was chit chatting a little bit and discussing how are day went with the hoes, and how they was frontin on niggas and the bad bitches we would’ve knocced up if they would’ve given us play. After awhile, A.R. said he was tired, so he gave me a dap and went home. I decided to walk around for a little bit longer hoping I would discover something, even though my lucc was worse then winning a lottery ticcet.

              So as I’m walking through Saint Nich Projects, I noticed an older chicc sitting between the cars, white tank top on, no bra, tities large as shit poking out through her shirt, short mini skirt, and mismatched chinese sandals, one blacc and one white. Shorty had on a blacc bandana with dreads sticcing out, she was kinda cute to be an older chicc, but what freaked me the fucc out, was when I saw a craccpipe in her mouth; I was like WTF! Then the bitch out of no near took the pipe out her mouth and greeted me saying “Hi Handsome”. I was like what’s going on with you, she was like nothing much, she was like you have some georgeous eyes. I was like yeah yeah I gets it from momdukes, nah mean, she giggled and said I’m silly. So she was like what do you have for me darling, are you going to take care of me, I was like yeah yeah, I’m a give you this vitamin dicc, its good for your body, yah mean. She was like aight I’m with it, but she needed to get high first, I was like what you need, she asked me if I had some hard, you know that “WHITE GIRL CHRISTINA AGULERA”. I asked her how much you need, she was like give me two dimes for sixteen, I said What! 2 for 16, heeeelllll no hooooeeee this ain’t no clearance sale, what kind of buy 1 get one half off on cracc cocaine scheme you tryna run on me here. Then this crazy old bitch starts crying and begging me for the deal, she was like darling please I need my medicine, I havent gotten high all day, just this one time I promise Im a owe you. I said nah bitch, you gotta do something to make up for that 4 cash. She was like I succccc yoooooo diiiiccccccccc. ( Bitch reminded me of the cracchead nigga on dont be a menace to society). Shiiiiitttt my blacc ass said aight Im with it, that was the main reason I was walking the strip with A.R. anyway.

              So we walked all the way upstairs to the project roof, luccily there was some milkcrates up there, cause she sat me down, pulled my shit out, and went right to work. That bitch was something like a Porno Star, I swear to God superhead aint have nothing on this bitch. She was succing balls, deepthroating, all of that nasty freak Superhead shit. But for some reason, she was succing me off and 15 minutes later, I still couldnt nut, maybe I wanted something a lil more then head. So as she”s bent down topping me off, I noticed her ass sticcing out from her mini skirt, that bitch had the fat beach balloon ass. I was like Gotdamn. Afterwhile she noticed I wasnt really too interested in getting head from her, because of the way I kept my focus on her ass, so she try to spice things up and bring bacc excitement by offering me a piece of her ass, I said hell fuccing yeah let’s do it. So I pushed her head off me, and bent her down lifted her skirt up, put on the magnum and went straight to work. I aint gon lie, after 20 pumps, my LiL Jon went skeet-skeet-skeet-skeet-skeet-skeet-skeet. She was like are you feeling good darling. I ignored her dumb ass, I didnt want to get into the habit of conversating with a cracchead.

              So she was like you got my stuff now darling, I was like where the money at. She try to hand me the money all crumbled up and wrinkled, I looked at her in disgust, really wanting to bacchand the bitch, but I was like fucc it, she gave me a good nut; so I was like nah hoe, what kind of slicc shit you tryna pull, untangle this money and count it, matter fact let’s go downstairs and count this in front of the streetlight; it’s not enough light up here. So once we got in front of the Streetlight, I made her count the money. She starts slowly counting from 1-16. For each number count, she unscrambled the money, the minute she got to number 13-14, I looked around to see if there was any car coming or anybody walking around looking. The minute I knew the coast was clear, as soon as said 15-16, I quiccly snatched the paper out of her hand, and I was gon like that gingerbread nigga, she attempted to chase me, but her monkey tripped over a bricc and bust her ass. Within 3.5 seconds I was on the other side of Harlem, stopped inside papi’s store, bought me a motherfuccing turkey and cheese sandwhich with a 50 cent bag of doritoes and a capri sun. Went home and took a shower and washed my dicc with Pinesol, I felt so dirty. I called up A.R. and told him the incident. And we agreed to meet up later and do some wild shit like again, but this time in a different city.

                                                                                    The End.