I Didn't Have Nothin' Going For Me...

I Sold My Soul To The Devil. I'm Going To Hell. I'm Headed To Hell. I Want The Money, The Women, The Fortune, And The Fame. That Means I'll End Up Burning In Hell Scorching In Flames. Satan'll Be In To See Me Later To See If I'm Interested In Being Partners. Devil Worshippin', Satan Music.

Infinite Was Me Trying To Figure Out How I Wanted My Rap Style To Be, How I Wanted To Sound On The Mic And Present Myself. It Was A Growing Stage. I Felt Like Infinite Was Like A Demo That Just Got Pressed Up.

I've Accomplished Enough With The Music That I Haven't Had To Go Out There And Do Other Things To Over-saturate.

Say There's A White Kid Who Lives In A Nice Home, Goes To An All-white School, And Is Pretty Much Having Everything Handed To Him On A Platter - For Him To Pick Up A Rap Tape Is Incredible To Me, Because What That's Saying Is That He's Living A Fantasy Life Of Rebellion.

To The People I Forgot, You Weren't On My Mind For Some Reason And You Probably Don't Deserve Any Thanks Anyway.