I know what you think. Bc I been straight raining threes on ya head all day like it’s my job. So you try to body me up, thinking if you crowd me I can’t blow right past you. But then uh oh, you didn’t see the behind the back between the legs handles to give me a lil room to put you on skates with the crossover. Now I own you and we both know it. I could drive the paint and dunk on ya head but nah. I just take a step back and drain another logo three all up in ya eyehole smooth as hot cocoa with extra marshmallows. Game over! Don’t bring that weak sauce in here son