It was a typical night in Pimp City  T-Roy was closing down. The barbershop 

Hairlip was checking his cell phone, checking his traps and Telbert was sitting on his favorite stool in front of the stage as close as he could possibly be to the stripper pole 

Telbert’s  mind was racing. Can't stand my dad 

thinking about his family  My Dads a fucking racist, his schoolwork

 schools at my ass 

400 level classes. Nobody ever told me about a 400 level class  his future plans 

T-roy you will never recognize me. I've got so much talent. He wants to deal with them street, boys. All the time them Street. Thugs, just trying to put everything in perspective. He thought, you know what, you know what, I'm going to treat myself to something really special, so he picks up the menu and begins to survey his option. Chocolate banana, split, nah, Vanilla Coke. Nah, I think I'll have the lap of luxury dance. Telbert signals to the waiter and says, I'll take the lap of luxury dance. Then the waiter asked Telbert how will you be paying for this today, cash or charge and Before Telbert could even realize what he was saying. He replied Hairlip told me to start a tab.  HAIRLIP TOLD ME TOO START A TAB the waiter knew that Hairlip until Telbert sister were dating so he thought nothing of it and lead Telbert to his private room Telbert told the waiter and you know what add a fifty dollar tip on for you man and bring me and bring me a couple of bottles of your Meotz.