I am a mommas boy. I am my mothers only son and I love her dearly. Ill never put one before her. I am a natural born hustler. I say that because for as long as i can remember, i have always been good at gettin paid in many different ways. I have many talents and skills. I think i have a lot more learning to do, but i have always been complimented on my intelligence. I love to paint cars and also collect them. I had to sell them because of a large sum of money that was stolen from me. Although I will not say his name, that nigga is my own brother. I got 5 of them so those who know me might not no which one im talken bout. But if u from the sag and u be in them streets, then u know jus who im talken bout... but ne way its cold but its cool, i jus take it in stride and keep on movin. I have all my whips back by the time the snow melts... In fact im glad my he did what he did... becuz it opened up my eyes and exposed alot of fake people and things that was going on in my circumference that i was not aware of. Needless to say I could have lost alot more than my money. I could have lost my freedom, because niggaz do tell. Or my life cuz niggaz in the clique couldnt stand to see me have more than them. So I guess it was a blessing in disquise...

Rak