Hustle & Flow.
It was brick in North Carolina. I’m talking thirty-five degrees. The only thing that was keeping niggas hot was Dreamville—the gentlemen’s club. I dropped shorty off there a few hours ago to do her thing, you know, to make her rounds and whatnot. I had a few rounds to make myself. I’d like to say that I’m an organized man. I had every ounce of product pre-cut, zipped, priced and categorized. Whatever the demand was, I had the supply. I always kept it professional. That’s what I was known for. I had no time for mishaps or miscalculations. Time was money and money was time.