When I was a young boy living in Detroit, I became friends, no, let me rephrase that. I became brothers with a skinny kid from Chicago, Anthony Davis. He was eight and I was nine. We also had a friend named Smiley and we did all that kids do. We didn’t have a care in the world until we got out of high school and began hustling. While grinding, our boy Smiley was killed before our eyes and we grew up fast. We went after the man who caused Smiley to get killed and Anthony and I eventually ended up doing time in Jackson State Penitentiary where things happened behind those walls that bonded me and Anthony together. To put it simple—he saved my life and I promised to always be there for him. I failed and now he is dead. I will stop at nothing to kill his murderers—and anyone who gets in my way. I’m a man named Baby G.