Jeffrey was really sick and tired, he was tired of being made fun off. Especially after the fact he had came out of jail which he thought would've helped him get noticed by his homies, but in truth it just made him a joke.

Currently being in his bathroom, that was located upstairs of his deceased mother's house located on Grove Street, the man was in his draws as he had a razor close to his left arm. Having learnt making tattoos after being in jail for awhile, he decided to make another in order to look even more gangsta.

"Yeah!" he stated with a smirk as he looked at his new tattoo, a small skeleton with GSF engraved on it's skull. "Now they'll sure see I'm repping." he muttered as he whipped away the blood from the wound. Returning to his room, Jeffrey wore his normal attire, with the California sun shinning really brightly he made his tats showcased. Taking his scully and placing it on his head, he zipped up his pants and walked out into the street.

'Now where the homies at?' he thought thinking about the GSF OG's. "Hey, Trey! What's good homie." the man greeted the GSF member who was relaxing on the porch the house next door, who just cringed seeing Jeffrey. "What's good, Jeffrey." he said with no enthusiasm as he took another swig on his blunt.

Jeffrey approached the man standing next to him. "What you smoking?" he questioned. "Grass, what else is there to smoke?"

"Tobacco?" he asked as Tray chuckled. "As if I'd smoke that poison, I like this natural plant better, homie." he replied as Jeffrey nodded at the answer. "Cool, cool. Can I have a smoke?" he asked. "You sure you can handle this, it's really strong."

"Man, I can handle anything, it ain't my first blunt, pass it over."

"A'ight." Tray passed it over as he watched as Jeffrey bit his lip. "Here goes." next thing he knew Tray watched as the man puffed his lungs to the brim with some causing them to collapse and him to cough out the smoke violently. "Eh yo! Man not too hard!" Tray shouted as he took the blunt from Jeffrey. "Man you trying to kill yourself on my porch, why'd you take such a big drag anyway? You know damn well those baby lungs can handle it."

Jeffrey still huffing just swallowed some saliva as he spoke in a raspy sound. "Man...that must be the most dry weed I've ever tasted." he huffed once more blaming the weed for his predicament. "Yeah whatever you say." Jeffrey just huffed "It's true man, whoever sold you that shit. Played you believe me, I've taken a lot of blunts in jail and I know dry stuff when I smoke it."

"Ah huh."

"It's true."

"Yeah well I don't want to hear your excuses, Jeffrey. You blowing my high up, so go away." Jeffrey threw his hand in a fit. "Whatever, I was just helping a homie out, where are the OG's? They at Sweet's house?" he questioned as Tray nodded. "Alright then, see ya." Tray watched as Jeffrey walked on the pavement with a certain bounce in his posture as he had his left hand swaying with his right on his belt buckle.

A lady of the night walked in the opposite direction and she seemed amused by Jeffrey's posture. "Man, what is that you doing little man? If you don't stop you might break yourself." she states as Jeffrey feeling offended shouted back. "Shut up trick, who you calling little."

"You, who else is acting like he's macho when he's the size of a twig, are they feeding you back home? I got some food stamps if y'all need them."

"Shut up!" Jeffrey shouted "What'yu know about being gangsta!"

"The fact you trying so hard makes it obvious you ain't."

"M-man that ain't true!" he stumbled on his words. "I'm a GSF soldier." he shouted as the woman laughed. "As if Shawn would make you part of Families." she stated only to walk away. "Hi, Tray." she greeted the GSF who was smoking. "Hey, Stacy." he replied as at that time Jeffrey finally thought of a comeback.

"Well I am...so you can go suck it!" he retorted as the woman had already passed his house only to hit him with a middle finger as she continued on her way. "Man damn!" Jeffrey shouted as he stomped off to Sweet's house leaving Tray to shake his head. "What a try hard." he muttered to himself.

Sweet, Ryder and Smoke were just chilling watching the game. It was sunday and they betted between themselves on who would win, the shaded OG sat on the lone chair by the doorway as Sweet and Smoke shared the couch. "Aw, yeah watch this, this next drive, it's coming home baby." Ryder was the one to talk as at the time Jeffrey made his presence known. "What's up dawgs." he stated at the doorway as eveyone groaned.

"Sup Jeffrey." Sweet the OG greeted the man who wanted to complain but didn't feel like it as he just checked the tv. "Y'all watching the game? Who winning?"

"It's a tie game." Smoke was the one to speak. "A'ight, cool, cool. So like you guys have anything planned today?" he questioned as he got Sweet to say a big fat no. "Why not?"

"Because, there ain't much to do, it's sunday." Sweet stated. "So what'yu want anyway, Jeffrey? Aren't you needed over by Burger Shot?"

"Hell no, I come in when ever I want to." in truth he actually worked the night shift today but he couldn't tell them that. "Right, right. Becuase your mister big and all." Smoke stated as Jeffrey grinned. "Yeah, you got that right Smoke. They can't keep a player down, till he got nothing but a frown." he laughs as Ryder was the one to groan at the rhyme.

"Man, I need a beer, y'all want one?" he turned to Sweet and Smoke. "Yeah...Sure" both said in unison as Ryder went to the kitchen. "Can I get one too, Ryder?"

"Sorry man, I only have three in the fridge." Sweet retorts. "Oh...well I'll go buy myself a pack, then. Be right back." the moment he left the door, Smoke changed the channel. "Why'du you do that Smoke?"

"The game was dead anyway, this is better, check that bitch out?"

With Jeffrey he was met by CJ who was dressed in his casuals, flying Grove street colours.

"Sup Jeff- I mean Loc, what's good?" CJ dabbed Jeffrey who returned it. "What's good homie."

"Where you going, right now?"

"Just going across the corner to buy some 40s, Sweet was out some so I wanted to get a little drink, you want some?"

"No, I'm good I just slept over that hangover from the party of yours."

"It was lit wasn't it?"

'Only when you we're off the mic.' he thought "Yeah, sure you could say that, later man." with that CJ went in as Jeffrey walked through the passageway between Ryder and the Johnson house. Returning Jeffrey held his six pack in hand and the moment he walked onto the Grove he was shocked to see his homies hopping into, Sweet's Greenwood.

"Hey fellas!" he shouted across the street, catching Ryder's attention. "Ah shit, here comes Jeffrey." he muttered as the man questioned where they we're going. "We going to a meeting." Sweet stated. "A meeting? For what? Is it an arms deal?"

"No, we're reuniting the families, over at Jefferson Motel. We'll be right back." Sweet stated. "Y'all need an extra gun, I could squeeze into the middle of the backseat. "Sorry man, they'd be expecting us four." Sweet stated as he got into the passenger seat. "Later, Jeffrey." Smoke stated as CJ pulled the car away.

Jeffrey watched as his homies went away and he felt like sulking but something clicked in his head. 'Maybe it's a test?! It might be a hint that I'm getting baptised into the gang!' he thought as it would make sense why all the OG's we're leaving the turf.

Taking a bike from one of the neighbours he turned to tray who was still on his porch. "YOu hear that tray I'm getting baptised, man." he declared as Tray looked confused. "What? What'yu mean you entering the gang?"

"The OGs are heading over to Jefferson, they just told me about it meaning one thing, it's my ceremony. I can't be late, later gator. The moment you see me, I'll be a soldier like you." Jeffrey pedaled off as Tray whistled back. "Eh yo, Jeffrey you got it wrong! It's a meeting between the sets!" he shouted out leaning forward on his chair to get an eye on the wannabe.

But Jeffrey was gone as he passed the Ten Bottles Bar. "Shit...well he's fucked." Tray muttered.