Dont think love buys love

so out of the rain this random guy comes out of the night. only he wasnt that random, he was a head leader in one of utahs most notorious and ruthless gangs, the nortenos. he didnt want any trouble however, all he wanted was a fag to smoke. so naturally we agreeded to his request because we didnt know if this beaner had a burrito. so he was smoking with us and we got to talking and he told us his story and how he was running from some thugs that were going to pack em, but some how he got away. anyways out of respect, fear or maybe both we treated this guy like a fucking king. we gave him beers, herb and nothing but love. then he started telling us how cool we were and how if we ever had any trouble we could give him a call. along time ago my buddy got in fight with a norteno and the beaner was just like " Yo mention my name and the settle is scored' so for awhile it was all good, because repsect earns respect. finally we actually drove him over 30 minutes to little mexico and chilled in his house for three hours and met his kids and wife. he treated his wife like a puta and my friend was like yo, and the ganstar told him to shut the hell up. so he did. it was funny shit. by the end of the night we got to talking and drugs, and money came to the table and we agreeded to front my friends comp and some cash for a brick of utahs finest.
a few days pass and we all keeping saying how cool beaners can be if just give them a chance. so anyways we get the call and we head out for little mexico. we arrive in this sketchy ghetto and go in this building. we offer our goods for the bounty and this mother fucker pulls a gun on us and demands we give him everything. so after all the hospitally this is what we get? bull shit. off he went and broke we were. if we ever head back we are dead. so now i know what he knew all a long, white people are little bitches. the end