Me and Shotcaller hittin da club

Me and Shotcaller hittin dem up

We finna mob till we old

We finna keep da Pure Gold

Memphis rapper Moneybagg Yo stood inside the vocal booth and rhymed into the microphone while from the other side of the pane of glass, Shotcaller and Da Bloodz watched on with a posse of gang members and girls.

What it do? We da top of GP-dub

What it do? Wego  drinkin crystal up in da club

Shotcaller nodded along to the song that his homie, Moneybagg Yo, had written about their friendship. The LA Bloods gang member couldn’t help but feel confident about himself and the progress he had made since coming to Memphis before Season 1.

At first, he was only in GPW to pay off a debt to Commissioner Parker Meloch, who had bailed him out of jail back in California. But through his rugged and dogged determination, Shotcaller had risen to the top of GPW’s pecking order and captured its most prestigious title.

The Pure Gold Championship.

Shotcaller rapped his knuckles against the gold belt slung over his shoulder, while Choo Choo, Wazzup and the rest of the group inside the recording studio listened on.

Once the song concluded, Moneybagg Yo stepped out of the vocal booth and approached the reigning Pure Gold Champion.

“Yo yo yo, whatchu think bout dat?” the popular rapper asked.

“Dat shit was nice, Money,” Shotcaller replied.

“Wish I could be at Blood And Bling bro, but I’m going on tour again,” noted Moneybagg Yo.

Choo Choo and Wazzup passed around a blunt behind the champion wrestler and the rapper. Smoke began to hazily fill the room while Da Bloods and several girls laughed and talked.

“Nah, it what it do,” Shotcaller responded. “You go get your money, my dude. I’m gonna go make dat white boy bleed.”

“Dat Golden Ben Milla betta bring his own doctors out wit him,” Moneybagg Yo said while chuckling to himself.

“Ya, no doubt,” said Shotcaller with a snarl before leaning back and holding out his hand expectedly.

Choo Choo handed Shotcaller the blunt, which the Pure Gold Champion then took a slow drag.

“Ya, no doubt…” Shotcaller repeated to himself while he exhaled.