"Estranged For Some Change (The Pushin' Cushion)" an Intro

"She bouncing to Jeremih, Oui
Nigga, I got problems
Ever since I've been a free agent
Been hard to vet some of these options
Never been me to be laid up then
Spend the next few months bed hopping
Once learned as a young grasshopper,
You start rubbing your legs together in her grass,
That if your ass ain't with her when the day ends,
She may act up enough to make you have dreams of delusion
When it comes to the past...

But she takes her kisses...
Takes my dick in her hands as she whispers...
Nigga, I got problems.

But, since we're here, here, here's a few bills. See honey over there with the real life Snapchat filter? It's time to practice, baby boy."

Mike Meaters looked at young Dick Richards with all of the pride a father looks upon his son. The Trini bartender, slash investment banker smiled at young Dick. And as if it were a birthright; palmed a fluffy cheek, then took a seat. The duo raised partially filled snifters, in honor of the game that came before them; and the game to be.

"Pop, you can't be serious. You're not really retiring, are you?" A cell phone rings. The father and son catch eyes. An acknowledging smile from the kid.

"See you tomorrow, Pop".