I don’t have an issue loop with LeBron. I don’t give a fuck about LeBron. And all of a sudden, LeBron says something to my husband and I. And I see this, and I go, don’t fucking talk to my husband. And he looks at me and he goes, sit the fuck down, bitch. And he literally was like, fuck you, bitch. Sit down, bitch. And all of a sudden, on wait, car Jack portfolio, you hear me? Hey, I heard I had some sneak dissers. Whoever feeling hot that AR got a heat sensor could say I don’t entertain them hungry niggas. I wish I would pay attention to these homeless niggas. Don’t call my phone. I don’t wanna green. Don’t joke with niggas, boy. I can’t trust you with that strap if you ain’t got nobody. Boy, I can’t take you on no lick. If you ain’t rob nobody, you ain’t no shooter. You can’t do that shit without nobody. I came home and had the hoes wanted to count the hard work 30 months ago, niggas, they think that I was blast away.