 Now, if you feel I'm wrong, by all means, go out and prove me wrong. I've had this conversation with my nephew. My nephew's like, I want to rap. OK, prove it to him. Go ahead, go ahead, rap. You're good, go for it. No, I want to rap with you. No, you can't rap with me. You can't rap with me, nephew. You're not you're not that good yet. You're not that good yet. Oh, shit, this nigga, man. Wait, wait, wait. So this is my nephew told me. This is who my nephew told me. My nephew said, did Granny tell you the same thing? I said, yep. And you know what I did? I moved out the next day. I moved out the next day, and I went and proved to her that I could make it when she said I couldn't. So there you go. Prove me wrong. There you go. Prove me wrong. Yeah. Let's go out and do it. Shit. Go out there and do it. I love you. Two times a week. I don't know if I've always believed it. Two times a week. My first song going to be a diss to my uncle. First of all, fuck my uncle. Let a few of them told me I wasn't shit. The fire. Most of them. Let a few of them, motherfucking fire. Eminem mama, Eminem mama, fueled all the pain and hurt inside him to make all that music. And I bet ain't no nigga use no living good as Eminem mama. Even if he don't give a 100th of what he got, she straight.