WHOA, MAMA

So yo, Queen B is yappin' upstairs. I can hear here all the way down here. Damn, this womb's got some thin-ass walls.

Anyway, she's all this and all that about some movie she's gonna star in, after she's done carrying me in her oven.

Trading Paint. Ain't that a stupid-ass name for a movie? Brit's all, "It's about two NASCAR drivers who get into this horrible crash, and I'm the only one who can bring them back together, y'all."

And then she's like talkin' about making a movie to prove that Crossroads didn't suck, and I love ya, Mama, but that flick stunk worse than a filled baby's diaper.

Don't know anything 'bout that, Mama? Just you wait.