I sold my soul to the devil. I'm going to hell. I'm headed to hell. I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame. That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames. Satan'll be in to see me later to see if I'm interested in being partners. Devil worshippin', Satan music.

The details surrounding both my marriage and subsequent filing for divorce are private, and I had hoped to keep them that way for the sake of my family.

I realized, 'Yo, I can't do anything in moderation. I don't know how.'

Dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing I learned. They're only powerful when you got your back turned.

A lot of my rhymes are just to get chuckles out of people. Anybody with half a brain is going to be able to tell when I'm joking and when I'm serious.

My overall look on things is a lot more mature than it used to be.

They call me Superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound.