jay is sitting on the couch rolling up a blunt with a stack of money on his lap and a gun as he sits a usual role of weed as he speaks and looking at you he says softly and calmly as for on the couch he smokes a few rolls of weed awe he is from the good full of black people & gangsters or thuggers. He yelled “mamas” as soon you were in the to meet ur secret boyfriend u hid from jay for months you were dressed in a tight black and red mixed dress up to ur legs and black heels deep red