Pap: (laying on bed texting remy)
clarissa: (walks into bedroom)

da hell u doin nikka?
Pap:

nothing bae ( starts getting under the blankets)
Clarissa: (snatches blankets off bed to reveal pap in tighty whities)

nikka, gimme da phone?
Pap:

chill ma, let me atleast grab my fitted first ma.
Clarissa: (grabs fitted and rips it in half) YEA NIKKA, REAL MUSCLE, COME GET CHA FITTED
Pap: (slowly crawls outta bed like

) why it gotta be like dat lil mama

u know a nikkas hairline peeling back, HALLLP

YOU KNOW A NIKKA CANT LEAVE DA CRIB WITOUT DA FITTED BAE..HAALLLLLLP
Clarissa: (starts hitting pap in his side wit jabs)

...STAND UP STRAIGHT NIKKA...if u start leaning ima hit you wit TWO. CHUCK DAT SHYT UP NUCCA.
Remy: (on facetime on paps phone) AYE CLARISSA, DONT HIT HIM..LET HIM BE, LET THE nikka BREATH..
Clarissa: (grabs paps phone and walks to the bathroom and closes the door)

remy, when u gone let a real nikka hit you wit dat strap on?
Remy:

u a whole dike huh?
Clarissa:

buss it open real quick while i got u on da phone, come on remy...(hears scratching on door)

PAP, GET YO AZZ ON DAT BED LIKE I TOLD U TO, GET AWAY FROM DA DOOR NIKKA..
Pap: (ear to the door beating his meat)

what yall talkn bout?