I know, I know you're so tired to hear about what I do. About what I smoke, what I drink, what I cook for my husband. All the travels I do, all the shit I got for free.
It's just like it's all about me. Me, me, me all the time. I so understand you, but guess what. Me and my stupid flow. Me and my MySpace with only three tracks a year- And they still talk about me

DAMN!