I want to thank God for somehow … I know he perfect. So I thank him for everything. I thank him for making me drop out of school. I thank him for making me run the streets. I’mma thank him for making me sell crack. I’mma thank him for making me have shoot-outs. I’mma thank him for allowing me to watch my partners die in my arms so I’d be fearful enough for my life and paranoid enough to go out and cop machine guns and silencers so I catch a fed case and I have to put up $3 million for my bond so I have to spend seven months of my life in my house, so I have to spend a year of my life in prison just so that I be validated enough to get out there and touch the youth because they know that I done been through it, and if I say it, it means something.
Props Necole Bitchie(She will have more on the event on her site)