 From the looks of things just nine months ago, y'all didn't know how the fuck y'all was going. Right. He was out of your apartment. She was getting tossed out of her shit. My fucking zine sardines and crackers and shit. No, that's some jail shit, dawg. They wasn't in the jail. Stop that shit, man. They do that on the street. They do that on the street, too. Fuckin' sardines on the street. People do that on the street. Fuck, are you talkin' about me? Oh, here, feelin' oh, here, they eat that shit. Feelin', don't you eat sardines and crackers? Oh, here, eat that shit. Fuckin' you talkin' about. That's some shit. Nah, we eat them, hunts brother's pizza from the Foodstown Pizza. Foodstown Pizza's from the cornstown? That's bad. Bad. Ain't got to spend no cash. Straight EBT, swipe. Why? No, no, no, no. Swipe. Huh, she not playing. She not playing. Wait a second, listen. And you know they out of pot, ain't supposed to be sellin' no hot food, Eva, huh? You know they ain't supposed to sell no hot food with the EBT, huh? Pop up. And, yeah, the car just out. Y'all be, you know what? Pizza. They takin' all that money, get in here, what you want. Yeah. What? Hot food, eh? Yeah.