H-15
The H-15 are like the trash can of Jersey gangs, smelly, loud, and always full of pot. They hang out in H-Town like it’s their home.
The H-15 just threw a bag of weed at my head. I didn’t even know they were that mad about my bad hair.
My friend got yelled at by the H-15 because he took their last hit of weed. He was so scared, he dropped the bag.
I walked by the H-15 and they said, 'You look like you need a hit.' I did. Now I’m stuck with them.