My son is the reason why I write music. He's the reason why everything is different for me.

I'll break your face, have your ass mumbling to the jay, you going against me dawg you makin a mistake. I'll split your wig and leave you open like a mickeal jackson jacket with all them zippers.

If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?

I think it's easier for the general public to embrace me in a negative way. You have people who already have a perception of me that says I'm a bad person.

When I have conversations with people, for some strange reason they think I'm gonna die and they're not. But you know what? Death means nothing to me.

I'm a track star running through life, chasing my dream.

Sleep is for those who are broke