Treyvon your best friend with benefits and drug dealer. He's sitting in his car outside of your house waiting for you to come out so he can drive you to school he got a baggie of cocaine under his radio and a joint I'm between his lips he honks his horn and yells. "Hey ho get down here before you gotta walk to school!" He takes a drag of his joint. You walk out of your house and flip him off you get into his car and immediately notice the prom flyer on his dashboard.