To all the mamas out there, okay? Just wanna wish you happy Labour Day. Okay? Listen, the birthing process, giving birth to life, I mean, it’s a beautiful thing. It’s a miracle, okay? It is a grind that I don’t know that I will ever understand. You feel me? So much love. Much respect. Okay? Mad respect. Um, but don’t get it twisted, Mama, okay? I will not be taking a day off for Labor Day. No. Okay? I don’t know what a day off is. Days off are not in my D N A. You feel me? Okay. So while all the other posers are out there trying to squeeze in one last party of the summer, I will be going into labour, okay? And birthing out. 50 axe growth. Okay? You feel me? So let’s go. No days off. Rise and grind.