I Smoke Goody, No Glaucoma.

Life Becomes Difficult When You're In This Public Eye, And I Think That We All Relate To Each Other And I Try And Really Talk About It In My Music.

May Your Neighbors Respect You, Trouble Neglect You, Angels Protect You And Heaven Accept You

I Swear Niggas Be Eyein Me All Hard And Lyin To They Girls And Drivin The Same Cars

I Took Some Sense And Made A Nickel Of It.

I Kind Of Forget What It's Like To Be A Dude Who Grew Up In The South Sometimes. I Want To Refresh My Memory And Remember Why I Love It [there] So Much.