I've always been known as being the only daughter of the most notorious drug dealer of the north and south, earning me the title of "A Hustler's Daughter" but when Daddy retire from the street hustle, he hands down the thrown to his most trusted right hand man. My boyfriend. I've upgraded, taking my place as Wifey, happily. Wifey to the streets has its advantages, right? But we all know being a hustler's daughter wasn't a fairy tale. Can I handle being a hustler's wife too?