Sean: Yo, did you hear about lil' trice?
Ray: Nah what he do?
Sean: Homie was walking back from store and he got rubbed by some ruthless stick up boys from the west side.
Ray: Damn son,
that's real fucked up. Is he alright?
Sean: Hell no brah, he was DOA up at mersy hospital.
Ray: Oh shit. That's some weak-ass BS. Them boys need to get got for
that shit. Trece was my boy since like 3rd grade. We go back son.