You heard of hell, well I was sent from it.
Ain't nothin' but a whole lot of suckin' goin' on in rap.
Now who is the king of these lewd, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics; who could inherit the title, to put the youth in hysterics; using his music as spirit
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
My morals went when the president got oral.
Infinite was me trying to figure out how I wanted my rap style to be, how I wanted to sound on the mic and present myself. It was a growing stage. I felt like Infinite was like a demo that just got pressed up.