 But then they come to me and say, tell me what he says. I say, well, don't worry about it, you know. I say, give me a card, boys. And I walk to that mic, and they go, da-da, shim. And I walk to that mic, and before I open my mouth, there's all the white boys that I was raised with, you know, sitting up there, sharp. And they hollering, dimple, satchel, blah, blah, blah. Man, you thought the walls was coming in.