That's a fact, Bones. They want to argue with the Don, but don't even know what they is. They want to argue with the Don, but got no religion. They want to argue with the Don, but don't know what food they want. They want to argue with the Don, but don't know what lunch table to sit at. They want to argue with the Don, but don't know where to sit at on the bus. They want to argue with the Don, but don't know if they daddy they mama or they mama they daddy. Shut they bitch ass up. Ain't nobody respect them, think they real, or think that they matter. Only on the Hoodie Stereo.