“Bye, daddy, call me when you get home.” Zora waved goodbye to the two special men of her life.
“I will.” Paybacc waved and hopped behind the wheel of his black-on-black 2013 Chrysler 300 with tinted windows. It was hot as hell so he turned on the AC and inserted Nipsey Hussle’s mix-tape The Marathon into the CD player. He skipped through the disc until he found the track he was looking for: I don’t give a f**k. He and Daniel nodded their heads to the music as they cruised through the streets.
Paybacc looked over at the young man and saw the tattoo on his neck: Infant Bam.
“So, where are you from, homie?” Paybacc asked casually.
Daniel told him where he was from and the said, “Zora says you’re from Eastside.”
“O.G,” Paybacc threw up his set with his freehand. “So, Bam, are you gone p
