Roman’s a little gay boy who lives in me. And every time I talk he sort of just appears and I tell him, ‘Roman, you know, stop it, you’ve gone mad, I tell you, mad.’ He’s an outlet to say what I need to say but sometimes don’t want to.

When I'm out the country, niggas call me Neeki. Hi, how are you? Yes, it's nice to meet me.

I aint gotta get a plaque, I aint gotta get awards I just walk up out the door, all the girls will applaud

How could it be little me had the power to be The best 'B' in the league yeah inevitably

And I call Saks Fifth Ave-y home. That is where a real bad Barbie roam.

Defend my honor - Protect my pride

Anyway I got a tight little honey dip That's why these niggas get tight when honey dip