“Naw, I know what you doing. I don’t want you to pay me back for shit in any way, Noah. I love you, KK loves you, your nephews love you. We don’t need you to cater to us, bro. Do we appreciate the shit? Hell yeah. But the cooking, cleaning up, and offering to do shit for us ain’t necessary, bro. It’s a little insulting actually because ain’t no conditions on what the fuck I do for the people I love.”

