He did a line of cocaine before a game in high school. He did. What? I’m sorry. I was walking into the weight room, he said, hey, guess what I got? What you got? I got that white girl. I’m like, oh, for real? You wanna try it? I’m like, yeah. He 338, full touchdown. He killed it. I destroyed it. He never did it again. Bruh. I’m pushing, pushing. If you think that was the only time in his life he ever did a substance that garnered him 338 yards and full touchdown. Full tutty buddies. And what you don’t know is athletes have a strong sense of superstition. So you about to sit up here and tell me with a straight face that you didn’t sit up here and do that white girl. That was your first time talking to that white girl. Okay. And you found out that white girl did you good. And you ain’t come back to her. You ain’t go back to that white girl. Bullshit. Big bullshit. It’s horse shit right there. Cause I’m gonna tell you something. If you think I’m about to motherfucking believe that shit, shit. Michael Jackson is on Old National right now. He said you got some of that white girl, that white girl, yeah. She got a new one. Matter of fact, let me tell you, me knowing niggas, he probably did another batch in half. Read me out, Coy. God damn, this shit is. I got 150, 200, 200 right now. They cut that shit up man. They cut it up with they cleats.