I’m on top of my green like a lawn chair

Black Mafia. If they don't understand that, they ain't gangsta. I just watched TV and Bill Parcells kissed two or three of them boys...it's a Mafia thing.

I go wherever my creativity takes me.

I think positively, you can't harm me mentally, not physically, not spiritually, you'll never get rid of me.

Jail didn't make me find God, He's always been there. They can lock me up, but my spirit and my love can never be confined to prison walls.

A million feelings. A thousand thoughts. A hundred memories. All for one person.

I'ma call my guns jumpers, cause my bullets just leapin to 'em.