Hey I’s got a question for you. How much time do you spend checking yourself, talking about yourself and generally going off about yourself? Once my mexican brotha Rameriz came down with this pimped out ride. Off the hinges yo. He kept dialing up the knotches on that sheet. Really stroken his ego about it. Daytons, spoilers, haligram paint job, off the heezy for real.  But then he got too proud and started throwing in jazz that was too hot to handle, you know what I’m saying. Whistle Tip mufflers, wings, hamburger hood ornements. Wack! That once pimp ride turned into a car that not even a mentally retarded clown would wanna be seen in.   Bare bones. Be true to yourself is all I’m gettin at.