I'm gonna throw this on my phone, Ray. Please leave your message for 3, 2, 1. We called your message after the tone. Hey, where you at? Damn, just sitting here waiting on my band. You told me you were gonna be back in 15 minutes. I gotta go to the county building, man. This kid's ready to eat. I'm ready to eat. Shit. I gotta get some food, Steph. Come on, man. You don't know where it was. I hope you ain't got that mess with them damn hoodwax and that damn shit. The face is that crazy ass girl she rang. The club you got at school tomorrow. She's fucking around in the street. You ain't gonna pass to the next league. You left the league. The day you come out and get them dumb notes, you want to holler at the truth. Come on, here, Kim. Hey. Hello? Yeah, come on, motherfucking dumb, and over there. Hey. What? Come on, boys, now. Damn. Yeah, put my motherfucking dominoes in. This is the second time I actually bring my fucking dominoes. You're fucking damn strong. Shit, don't hang up. Damn! Shit, you're fucking nothing. You're fucking nothing. I need you to know I'm not gonna bring back my damn car. This man fucking got some damn dominoes in it and all that shit. Fuck damn dominoes. Shit, I'm gonna miss my damn performance. Fuck. Fuck some damn dominoes. Nobody want to hear that. Nobody want to hear your ass. Matter of fact, cut my motherfucking oldies back on. come back home...