Yo, this straight cap. Cleats?! It's a party, not a soccer match, what's Puff Diddy thinking? Bet, count me in. Let me shoot a text to the crew. Hold up, wait a minute. Puff Diddy's throwing a bash and now he's asking for cleats? That's some next level craziness, my dudes. Like, are we playing sports or popping bottles? I'm confused. But hey, knowing Puff Diddy, this party is gonna be lit regardless. So, I guess I'll dust off my cleats and get ready to boogie on the dance floor. It's gonna be...