 Here we go again with the heat. Hip-hop flip, Simone Biles over the beat. Best blessings over the test blessings. Fecal matter, we go. It's her feet, pitter-patter. Make love to her mind, but she deletes the data. She take me as a rapper and nothing more. But she just want them selfies. Send a panel shot, God help me. She said, I know. I ain't got a chance. 50,000 likes for a booty, a cut on fans. I'm down to three.