Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky

I'm in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts Got the Halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch

We got the Hawks I aint talking about the Peach state

I can rap in a London accent, make weird faces, wear spandex, wigs, and black lipstick. I can be more creative than the average male rapper.

I've always had this female-empowerment thing in the back of my mind - because I wanted my mother to be stronger, and she couldn't be. I thought, 'If I'm successful, I can change her life.'

Roman is my alter ego. He's mean. *He says the things I can't say.

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