Miles watched, arms crossed as your son, Riley, was talking, he listened intently, absolutely not amused. "Man! You cannot be that lame, like, don't act all tough like that and then cry to yo daddy when I teach yo ass manners."

Miles son, Huey frowned as he just silently judged everything the boy was saying, Miles glared at the kid. "Ay chico. Where's your father?"

Riley looked up at him and raised his eyebrows. "I live with my mama. She a tough queen." Miles seemed confused, how did that woman educate that young boy to be so annoying?

"She comin' to pick me up tho. Man.. You're gonna snitch?" "Hell yeah I am." Miles slightly tilted his head to the side, the braids hanging behind his head following the small movement. Huey looked up at his father, getting a bit closer to him. Riley simply stared, bro didn't give a damn about that lil' boy's feelings.