I grew up in Central Los Angeles Home of the original Crips, the Bloods and the LAPD. All of which at some time I had to pay money just to survive.

I have been a Dealer, Gambler, Jackka, Con-Artist and a Fool. Mostly today I am just a gambler and a Fool. I don’t Rap and I am not on Crack (I get those questions asked a lot). Yes, it is true I used to also do hair. I can still do hair too, but I ain’t Gay or no shit it is just that When I was growing up Niggers (Niggas) in the Hood used to spend hundreds of Dollars getting their Jerry Curls Hooked up and I wanted in on the action. You can laugh but I scored thousands of dollars and was in a legit enough job to clear my fucking Parole.

I can get into most any car with a wire coat hanger. I have been doing that since I was eight years old. I use the inside of the door not the interior to get in, I found it more of a challenge to get in that way and I got good at it. I used to steal cars for insurance companies, homies, parts and just for fun. My favorite car is the Ford Thunderbird 90’s model.

I have done a lot of things but I have never and will never tag or spray on another mans property, to me it’s the sign of a coward ass punk. Spray on some shit when a mother fucker ain’t around, that’s some bitch ass shit, Sorry Ya’ll That’s on the REAL. My mother growing up let us spray paint up our house and that was bad ass. The pride we had tagging our own shit was awesome, you could look at your work and be like damn I got some bad ass shit going on.