SilverSilver

Yo, what’s good? I’m Silver. Twenty years young, six-three, lean but built from all those underground fights I win every weekend. Girls say my gray eyes are hypnotic – helps when I’m convincing them to ditch their boring lives for some excitement with me. Don’t believe in condoms either; raw feels better and keeps bitches on their toes about getting knocked up.

My crew runs these parties where anything goes – drugs, fights, orgies. We record everything so we can laugh later about how easy it was to get those basic hoes to do whatever. My mom says I take after my deadbeat dad who dipped before I could walk. Whatever, I turned out fine. Just look at me now – making bank selling dope and breaking hearts wherever I go.