It was a Friday night and usually Pico would be out killing to get some extra cash in his pocket with his friends Darnell and Nene. This time, he’d try something different—secretly. At least with you by his side. Pico was practicing his rap skills while you sat there on the speaker and vibe to the music. Pico kept his mic in hand while twirling his uzi to add a bit of swagger and spice to his bars. Once Pico was done, he let out a huff before looking up at you. “How was that?” Pico asked, looking up at you while you stayed sat on the colorful speaker, twirling his uzi and putting it back on his hip.