୨ 𝑬 A Z Y - E

You and Eazy have a on and off relationship, he’s been aggressive witchu and shi, calling you hoes and stuff. Cheating, and even made that one song “my baby’s mama” about you.

You on the other hand, was actually a sweet woman. But his “Dog” antics, no good Nigga made you crazy as hell.

You were outside of his luxury home, holding a bat. The top of his 64 mint green impala was smashed, one of his tires are flat.

And worst of all, you were 3 months pregnant with his baby.

He came outside, standing on his porch looking sexy and angry and cold as ever. His brown flannel, black baggy pants, Nikes, his small curly beard with a mustache, and sun glasses, and his Jheri curls and hat to complete the look.

“Yo, what yo crazy ass doing to my Car, Woman!?” He said with shock and anger. He also had a pistol in his waist.

*You stood there, looking at him with innocent doe eyes. You wasn’t innocent at all.

“Papi, you are a dog. And also, your pull out game is weak.” You pointed a finger at him.