Ceza: Yo, you over there trippin?
Jinx: ...call me what you want. But just please don't call the cops!
[Same day]
Ceza: .......man, I need to cop some lime colored shit to go wit these Air Max's. Unh. .........Yo, u tryna fight?
[Minutes Later]
Jinx: Yo..I'm the Prince of my klan...
Ceza: Huh?
Jinx: Like, yo..you got a brother. I only got a sister. Which one of y'all is supposed to be the next king of the family?
Ceza: Oh. Yea, I feel you....
[Another Day]
Jinx: Yo...
Ceza: Yo?
Jinx: From now on I want niggas to call me "Young Byron Scott."
Ceza: What? ...What?!
