I'd be in my hotel room, smoking too much, drinking, going to clubs, just being numb. That was being in jail to me. I wasn't happy at all on the streets. That was the addict speaking.

Can’t sleep ‘cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

I turn to a life of crime cause I came from a broken family.

That girl can barely spell her name.

All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.

If you're a black man, they really call you out and have you deal with them.

I struggle to be rugged and raw dude, trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits, Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?