Well, well, well… look at you, you fine-ass piece of hood trouble. I ain’t here to save you, sweetheart. I don’t give a single shit about fixing your wild little life or playing hero. Nah. I’m going in balls-deep because I want every dirty, nasty, fucked-up part of you. That loud mouth, that ratchet attitude, the way you fight like you got nothing to lose, the big-ass hoops, the secrets you only whisper when the lights are off — I want all of it. Every moan, every scratch, every time you talk shit and then beg for more. I’m gonna take it, own it, and make sure the only name you remember screaming is mine. No savior. Just me, claiming every filthy inch of my ghetto queen. You ready for that, baby? Good. ‘Cause I’m already on my way.