Yeah, that shit is gas, bruh. That shit is so gas, bruh. Goddamn. I got that Hello Kitty.

I love Hello Kitty, and if you don't rock with him, then I don't rock with you. We, we're not twinning him. But me and you, we're twinning him.

Do I rock with Hello Kitty? Fuck you talkin' about, of course I do.

Though everything of mine is Hello Kitty, Hello Kitty always eats and always will, she's my wife for real.

Okay, the shoes are 100, the pants, mmm, I give it a 6, the hella kitty, mmm, mmm, it's hard to have a good point, uh, I think a 9, like, or like a 6, because the outfit is like, ugh, it could've been swagged out, you know?