*resteraunt background noise*. [waiter] Welcome to the Shark Bar do you have reservations?. [Foxy] Yeah two for Brown. [waiter] Right this way. [man] Reservations?. [Foxy] Ahahahah. *piano keys crowd background*. [Foxy] Baby. [man] Yo whattup?. [Foxy] We need to talk. [man] Talk about what?. [Foxy] I'm stressed the fuck out. [man] What are you stressed out about?. [Foxy] This relationship... this relationship!. [man] What?. [Foxy] This shit ain't goin right. [man] You fuckin crazy?. [waiter] Excuse me excuse me. [Foxy] Calm down you always make shit. [man] Yo what I told you about that shit?. [waiter] Miss Brown?. [Foxy] Nigga you always... yes?. [waiter] You have a courtesy call at the desk. [Foxy] Hold on baby. *Foxy gets up*. [Foxy] If I could take this back I would. [man] Yeah yeah whatever man fuck you and your tits babe fuhreal. If I can play again I will. I should go on back and play more fuck that. Probably thinks that she's taken though. Yo motherfucker we ain't come to talk you bitch. [Firm] Yeah motherfucker The Firm nigga. [man] Fuck y'all talkin about man?. [Firm] Firm motherfucker. [man] Y'all know who the fuck I am? Y'all know who the fuck I am?. [Firm] The Firm nigga The Firm... the Firm nigga. [nan] Y'all fuckin crazy?. *two shots fired*.