That girl can barely spell her name.

I am society’s child. This is how they made me and now I’m sayin’ what’s on my mind and they don’t want that. This is what you made me, America.

I'm the rebel totally going against the grain. I always want to do the extreme. I want to get as many people looking as possible.

With all my fans I got a family again.

Strugglin' and striving, that's how the dough come.

It's no longer a fad to be down for the young Black male. Everybody wants to go past. Like the gangster stuff, it just got exploited.

When my Mama asks me will I ever change, I tell her yeah... But it's clear I will always be the same until the end of time.