I don't know where I fit in the spectrum of rap yet.
Roman is my alter ego. He's mean. *He says the things I can't say.
I'm the Barbie, keep alotta plastic. Little pink stars, put em on my jacket.
Haters, I'm not your enemy I'm your hero. Cheer up, you should be happy I'm here
You the type that be runnin ya mouth. See you on the block wanna run in ya house.
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.