>9th grade, socially awkward teenager
>buddy tries to convince me to go to this party
>I say yes because girl I like is also there
>party goes on, saw the girl a few times during the party but never had the guts to approach her
>it gets really late, a lot of people already left
>I'm slightly drunk and finally decide to go talk to her
>she's also pretty drunk
>somehow she also seems to like me
>she suggests to go upstairs
>I'm fucking nervous as we sit in some random bedroom
> She say: "Before we start, I've heard this weird thing about you...."
> "I dunno what you heard about me...
>But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
>No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
>That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P