Product Review

Everyone around me keeps telling me this is young love. The kind of love that I think is real, but in reality, it ain’t sh**. Hell, I know I am young and sh**. I also know that my n**** is ignorant as f***, but at the end of the day, all that sh** does not even matter. All that really matters is Rocky and Papers.

Papers knows I got his back, and at the end of the day, I know my n**** would die bout me. Yeah, he a young, wild n**** off the block getting more money than he knows what to do with. Bitches come along with that, I know that. But that don't mean a b**ch gone accept it. But let me stop explaining that sh** to y’all, and let y’all into our world. A world where we both jumped off the porch early, one of us because of the fascination of streets, the other because there was no other choice.

Nevertheless, the reason we jumped off never really mattered. What matters is that we here, and I’ll be damned if I let anything or anyone get in between us. I’mma make sure these streets, these h***, hell the whole mutha***** world know who the f*** I be and that Papers is my n****. It's Rocky and Papers til the end, and y’all h**** better remember that!