I talk alot about death so I should do it soon... Maybe under the cold breeze of a bluish moon
My whole persona is vodka bottles and marijuana The hope in Nana was rockin', inspired from my Mama
Lucifer is God in the public school system
I'm puttin' pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom.
Luck is when skill meets opportunity.
I had a void, God. Filled with whores & with blunts. I ain't have choice God I was born in the slums