This thing hit the street is so long, you know, it's like that. You know, I'm getting this shit, man. As soon as I'm going, I'm going to write to my fun classic auto. I need a 59-month fucking caddy. Ah, look it up. Cadillac, Eldorado, Fisil, with the wings, though. If the mom fucking ain't got the wing on it, don't matter, man. Look at the suicide doors on this shit, look. There we go, we're going in. This is a big escalator on 30s, you know what I'm saying? I believe in the Fuji. I'm the 30s. That's the year. You're gonna be the Bull, you're just a crumb damn that big of you. Look, he's the world man. This thing is the world. He's right in the room. He's the world. If a nigga pull up in the famine and they grilled on lighter, I can knock a fan on that. I just say it, though. If a nigga pull up, then they grilled not lit up.