Eee, that's my song, but why I ain't know it's, I ain't know it says something about hold my ice. Damn, I swear to God you like the fucking song, song guru, I'm telling you. You can, and you do correct fucking lyrics, something I don't do. But yes, you're the dopest. Like, you drip zopeness. Like, it's a puddle, it's like a trail of dopeness when you walk, I promise.