New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws, straws, it's the money to fuckin' grab it to you.

Be mine.

Listen to me, I elaborate, daily wisdom from me, J.B. Smooth.

Dun-dun-dun-dun!

You know what, I say, dun-dun-dun-dun, everybody.

Because when you're young, you feel invisible.

When you feel invisible, you hit it.

It goes through your ears, dun-dun-dun-dun!

You do crazy ass shit.

And if you get hurt, you rub some money, wrap it up with duct tape, and you keep it moving.

But the older you get, you start to realize that maybe going to a doctor now and then

there's something your ass needs to incorporate into your lifestyle,

or have a friend who's a fuckin' doctor who always notices shit.

What's that around spot in your fuckin' chin?

You know what I mean?

Are you breathing so hard?

Oh, your gut is getting kind of heavy.

You need a friend as a fuckin' doctor, most of the while.

Now, I want you to closely listen to this next part.

If you ever get a diagnosis for some big ass procedure,

don't hesitate.

Look at the second opinion.

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