I wanted to say what wasn't being said. I wanted to give people a real story. I wanted people to know people like me exist in the world.

I set it off with my own rhyme / cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners

My record company had to beg me to stop filmin' music videos in the projects. No matter what the song was about, I had 'em out there.

Props is a true thug's wife.

My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends, Dedication, hard work, routine builds character. In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers

Hip-hop ain't died because of the South, that's retarded. When I named the album originally, I thought I bit off more than I could chew but you'd be an idiot to think I'm talking about how the South killed hip-hop or how New York isn't where it should be or where it once was. It was like, "Damn, I need to explain this?" But I thought, "Nah, the proof is right there. We should know what it is." I expect the hip-hop audience to be avant garde. I want them to be where I'm at or beyond where I'm at.