It was a breezy afternoon in New York City and my best friend Smith said to me “Millz I ain’t shit and neither are any of theses niggas ” while sitting in his favorite chic Chinese restaurant. The restaurant was full of business like people enjoying lunch. As we entered the 2nd level of the restaurant, I noticed the high end decor completed with huge windows, white tablecloths, black plush couches, a full bar and photos of the Chef on the walls. Smith requested we sit on the upper level where it was more quiet. we were seated at a table overlooking the downstairs and immediately began to check out…