It's such a small place, not much to do but talk and listen. The men are jealous and the women all in competition.

Soap opera rappers, all these niggas sound like 'All My Children'.

I'm scared that every girl I care for will find a better man and end up happier in the longrun

Throw em a bone and they want a steak.

Man all of your flows bore me, paint drying.

Seeing my family have it all took the place of that desire for diplomas on the wall

These other rappers getting bodied and carried away.