That Girl Can Barely Spell Her Name.

Picture Perfect, I Paint A Perfect Picture Bomb The Hoochies Wit' Precision, My Intentions To Get Richer.

Even Thugs Cry, But Do The Lord Care?

Can You Picture My Prophecy?

Give Me A Paper And Pen, So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin. A Couple Of Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

What Doesn't Kill Me Just Makes Me Stronger