The worst thing that could have happened to me as an addict was having money.

I'm hatin' my reflection, I walk around the house tryin' to fight mirrors, I can't stand what I look like

I like it when people talk s**t. Because if people weren't talking s**t, there would be nothing for me to come back with. I need that. If I don't have any ammo, what am I going to say?

You know how it is - you make songs, and as you make the new ones, the old ones get old and you throw them out.

I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only human.

You'd have to walk a thousand miles in my shoes just to see what its like to be me!!

Insecure about my body, about my personality, sometimes even about my understanding of everything.