 This thing hit the streets so long, you know, it's like that, you know. Hitting this shit, man. As soon as I'm going, I'm going to write the motherfuckin' classic auto. I need a 59 motherfuckin' Caddy, man. Nah, look it up. Cadillac, El Dorado for sale with the wings though. If the motherfuckin' ain't got the wing on it, it don't matter, man. Look at the suicide doors on this shit, look. That's what we don't have. This is a big escalade on 30s, you know what I'm saying? On 30s? On the 30s? That's the years, you know. You could be the rum damn that big of the years, look. This nigga's a rum. This nigga's a rum. This nigga's going to be the rum. If a nigga pull up in a famine and that grill don't light up, I can't knock a phantom, but I'll just say it though. If a nigga pull up and that grill not lit up. Ugh.