Mmm. Mmm. Food for thought. Mmm. Food for thought.

Oh yes, I love to tell a *****, say that shit again with your chest, don't backtrack. Keep it, keep it gully, keep it funky. Please, cause best believe I'ma do the same and when I do it, it damn sure ain't gon' match the shit that you be on. My shit is gon' be mint and you gon' feel it.

Exactly. It had to be on their mind, you know, just brewing and stewing inside their brain for them to just come out their face and say that when they're angry.

That's real talk. It goes both ways though. We got to remember that it goes both ways. I'm going to play that game.