A Million-Dollar Boy with a Billion-Dollar Dream

Prelude:
P~Double was fucking the shit out of Sweetness. He bagged the bitch about six months ago, when he went on the run, down in kinston North Carolina. Sweetness was the baddest bitch in the whole damn town. On some real shit, she had the body of a ki toy with the face of Alicia keys. The only thing sour about the broad was, she had one of the nastiest attitudes known to man, and she was a world class stripper. “ p, fuck this pussy uhh, yes p yes” she said with the hunger for more. P had her chocolate ass spread eagled on there imperial size mattress facing the mirror. He was drunk off of Hennessy so he had been giving the pussy a black eye for forty five minutes now. Plus you really had to fuck Sweetness long and hard to shut her the fuck up. His phone had been ringing off the hook for the whole forty five minutes when he just burst all up in her. “ Oh p I’m nutting to daddy oh shit.” She quivered. Then her pussy started to gush like a hot spring. She fell face down and said,” thank you daddy.” And fell asleep. P grabbed a towel and his phones and headed for the shower. He liked his bathroom with the solid gold tub and faucets. The tub was also a jacuzzi with a deluxe whirlpool and built in tv’s with his PlayStation. Even his sink and toilet was made of gold, while the floor and walls where made up of the finest marble. Just when p was about to hop in the shower his phone rung. “ What’s good Moe?” He answered. “ Shit why the fuck you ain’t been answering your phones my nigga?” Moe said. Moe was a nigga from his block back in Springfield Massachusetts. P, was a don and Moe was his student. Basically, Moe was the jay-z of the field, because till this day he hasn’t done time. But still p double didn’t answer to know one. “ Who the fuck you think you screaming at lil nigga.” P said. Moe responded with,” just shut up and listen god, fatback just died.” He said with hurt in his tone. “ you can’t be serious “ p screamed. “ if tanto or one of them ave niggas, I swear. Moe cut him off real quick,” I said shut the fuck up and listen my nigga. He got in a motorcycle accident on Maynard street. He just won a quarter million dollars off the dreads on dunmoreland street . He was going to pick up brandy and stash the funds when someone backed out there driveway and he smacked into them.” P said” no it can’t be Moe, but how?” With no strength left in his voice. He let the phone drop into the shower water he had running. P just started thinking about how money made his click what it was in the first place, and how the Bristol street crew grew up to be what it is today....