they're always around, aren't they?

Those guys always follow Omar around, pumping him up. Doing him a freestyle, peeling his bananas... The guy's all cocky anyway.

With his signature smirk on his face, Omar turns to his guy friends leaning against the ring, jumping on the spot. Covered in sweat, but not exhausted enough to stop being so cocky

"I don't know what I want first: a hamburger or a piece of ass," he snickers with his guy friends, feigning punches at them