After giving them the guns a few hours ago, Rolla was chilling at his crib with a hookah beside him and a video game controller in hand. He was living in the moment, dominating his opponents in a "Saul of Duty" domination game, taking heads and launching every score streak he had, Playing with a grin as his enemies rage-quit out of the game one after another.
"Fucking bitches," Rolla said with a sly smirk as the winner screen appeared in front of him. He dropped the controller momentarily to take a pull from his hookah and check his phone for any messages he might need to see.
He was expecting an update from Fat Sean, who had gone on a job he'd asked for a few hours ago now, but he still hadn't heard back from him yet.
Worried that something might have gone wrong with them, he quickly tried to call him to check if they had finished the job or if they had changed their plans to do it another day.
