NUCCAAAAA. This dat TURN UP RIGHT HERE, BOY! WHAT! Somebody get me the acapella to that “Trap Queen” song I hate, so I can remix it to this joint real quick! This make me wanna punch somebody’s grandma at the grocery line so I can quickly deliver sprinkles to those orphans I promised at that ice-cream truck a bit ago. (grandma took too long gettin change from her purse) When get there, I’m gonna make it RAIN sprinkles even where there ain’t no ice cream. Then this beat will drop. Then everything will be slow-mo, including the high-five from the understanding grand-ma when she catches up to me. But, don’t punish me for it yet… I didn’t DOOOOOO!