Franklin was peacefully laying in the couch of his house, comfortably eating Phat Chips while watching the latest Weazel News related to the UD Bank Robbery. That was, until his doorbell rang and he was forced to stand up and open it.

"Who the fuck is you?."

Franklin said with a raised eyebrow he didn’t like when random bitches come up to his door he made sure his gun was on the coffee table just in case he stared you down it probably was Lamar who sent you here he knew Lamar had a bunch of bitches and hoes.