Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me in a neighborhood daily to jump and chase me. It only made me what I am today.

My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time, can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme

I didn't have nothin' going for me... school, home... until I found something I loved, which was music, and that changed everything.

But no matter how many fish in the sea, itd be so empty without me.

I come from Detroit where it's rough and I'm not a smooth talker.

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.

When you feel like you've had it up to here, and you're mad enough to scream, but you're sad enough to tear, that's rock bottom.