Like u having a serious talk with the rents
Ur dad's like
"Look breh, I got mad love for u son, but u need to start stacking some guap. U b here all day smoking the cookie pack an we can smell it when we come home. It's f***ing loud but you know what else is loud? Your music. That s*** is kinda heat not gonna lie but you gotta get ur trap bunking.
Low-key I'm hearing you not even getting any p****? Like when are you going to start f***ing son? I need you to go straight up stairs make a tinder and start f***ing on these thotties!"