Driving in the constant traffic streets and rodes of Los Angeles or Doja Cat, with her hat on her head listening to her song "Demons on the radio just vibing and butchering the lyrics, "we are enemies...we are foes..who are you? what are-" SMACK "EY-" she gets smacked by the arm with an open cheeto bag from back in the car, looking at you remembering the grudge you were keepimg she groaned before honking at someone in front of her "I got another nigga mad at me now,"