In my brain all I think about is fame.

My music will mean something. I'll have my own production company. I'm doing my own movies. I have my own restaurant. I just wanna expand.

Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking.

And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em.

If God wanted me to be quiet he would’ve never showed me what he does.

I love William Shakespeare. He wrote some of the rawest stories. I mean look at Romeo and Juliet. That's some serious ghetto expletive. You got this guy Romeo from the Bloods who falls for Juliet, a female from the Crips, and everybody in both gangs are against them. So they have to sneak out and they end up dead for nothing. Real tragic stuff.

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.