 What is it? The breaks? I heard your feelings. You don't work with me no more. Okay. It's three girls left and I see two of them kissing and hugging on stage. I love them to death. And in eight bars, I'll explain their phrase. It's nothing nobody can tell me. I don't want to talk on no celly. You know I got language barriers. There's no accent you can sell me. You're cold and ivory, you know I'm a selfish. The crown is heavy. I pray they ain't my real friends. If not, I'm YNW Melly. I don't like you popping that Pharrell for him. My hair is a beef.