You're wack, face it. I don't need a life of fame or luxury, but I'll get luxury because I'm actually going to work and take no stupid shortcuts to get there, and I'll be with roommates and shit. You're a sad person if you base your life on trying to become world famous and then you'll just get your dreams crushed everytime you try to take a step in the business. Did I ever say I want to put the complex shit into audio? Have I ever said I write for four year olds? I'm thirteen, if you can't understand what I say you need to just fuck off. How many times have you been banned? Get a clue.

I hardly expect a wannabe thug to like you who only cares about shit that concerns him to like poetry. Trust me, I'm not going to go next to my girlfriend and start rapping at her. Not everyone shares your tastes, thank god.