Yeah, you just mad. You don't even sound like, you don't even sound grown. You sound like a little boy. You a little boy with a whole beard. You know what I'm saying? You got color in your hair. Fuck wrong with you, you feel me? I'm a real rock star, for real, for real, *****. Real shit. But that don't matter though, you feel me? At the end of the day, you do what you do. You want hate? Go ahead, hate. Have a nice day, period. Deuces.