Why The 'Race Card' Is Played

True story. Me, my nigga Hurley, my dawg Delricus and this nigga nu nu. We all in the car passin around a 5th of KT (Kentucky Tavern). We not drunk but we buzzin. A 5th gets alot smaller when four people are on it. We talking and bullshitin like we usually do. In the front seats, Hurley driven. Sucking on his thumb while he talking like he always does. Ricus talkin bout some bitch he smashed like he always does. And in the back seat, Nu nu holdin on to the bottle too long like he always does. And me, I'm tellin him to pass that shut like I usually do. We aint goin nowhere particular. We just ridin. The car we in is owned by the bitch im fuckn wit. Me and my niggas stay in some bitch car. We out of the city part of town. Now we out here in the country part. Corn, tabacostalks, and fields. Then this nigga nu nu was like 'Lets get some weed'. 'We ain got no money'. Hurley says. 'Man we gotta get some weed somehow nigga, I'm feenin back here'. W