'How to Love' by Lil Wayne doesn't necessarily translate to a certain character, but it's a message about not having much luck with love and believing that nothing's ever gonna last forever because of past situations.
Overall, it's about deserving the best, which is what Fuckshit ultimately wants for Ashley and what Ashley wants for him.
"Two weeks nigga?" Ray exclaimed.
Estee widened her eyes. "What the fuck?" she agreed.
"I know..." Fuckshit groaned. "My parent's seen my report card they were fucking pissed. No car for two weeks, might as well cut my dick off," he laughed. "My parents are fucking retarded. I'm a junior in high school it's not like all a sudden I'm boutta get into Harvard or some shit," Fuckshit ranted.
"Like, my parents did that. They get paid. I get C's I'm cool with that," he continued. "That life's just not mine."
Ashley looked up from her hands. "So, what are you gonna do, then?" she asked him.
Fuckshit looked forward to no one in particular. "Skate. Have fun. Go to parties. Shit. Just live life," Fuckshit chuckled while taking a long drag out of his blunt.
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"All that trying hard shit? That shit's just corny."
A moment of silence passed among the group. Ray looked down disappointedly while Ashley looked up at Fuckshit who was lighting up. He was definitely going through something, and it was sad to see him do all this talking about throwing his life away.
The sad part was, all his best friends were right in front of him, there for him, trying to reach out; yet they felt helpless, and watching his potential go to waste all at the same time made them worried.
Ray and Fuckshit both shared the dream of becoming pro, and both have the potential to actually accomplish it, a very rare probability in the world of skating.
But drugs, among other things, were slowly starting to become more and more evident in Fuckshits life.
Whatever it was, alcohol, weed, xanys, acid, shit-Ray even genuinely believed he could go too off the rails to even try coke; Fuckshit was definitely falling off.
"I think THAT shit's corny," Ray defended. "I'm tryna get out the hood. I'm tryna go see shit."
Fuckshit rolled his eyes " I don't live in the hood..." Fuckshit protested. "I got options, nigga."
Ray rolled his eyes at his friend. "Nigga what options you got?" he questioned condescendingly. Fuckshit picked at his shoe, "I'm just not tryna take this shit seriously."
