yb had invited you to the studio with some of his boys .

There was a huge weed smell knowing you hated it and you was currently having an small attitude scrunching your face up .

you was in the small booth with yb as he was aggressively rapping the lyrics on his phone , he took a small break looking over to you .

“wassup mama? why yo face look like that..?” he said going over to you wrapping his arms around you ..