I grew up in New Orleans. The Lower Ninth Ward. My Daddy went to prison when I was two. That's where he died. Angola. Momma didn't ever recover from that and drank and did crack and any other random ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ who didn't smack her round too bad. My nanna's the one who raised me. She ran a washeteria and we lived in a little shotgun house on Burgundy. From the time I was ten, man, I wanted to rap. I was into old school free-style rap and I'd be kicking ass at them battles, brah. But man, I just couldn't catch a break. Nothing caught on. So one Halloween, I came up with "Who Do You Voodoo, ♥♥♥♥♥?" Just as a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ joke, you know? It went right to the top of the hip hop charts. Like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rocket! Suddenly, I was famous. Going to the Grammies. Hitting the parties. Man, I had ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ up the yin yang and for the first time in my life, I was making money. But ♥♥♥♥, I was spending it as quick as I was getting it. I thought I had made it, you know what I'm saying? That the gravy train was never gonna end. So I did another song. And another song. And nothing hit. Nothing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hit. Song after song and ain't nobody gave a ♥♥♥♥. It's been ten years man, and yeah, I can still get gigs, but all they want me to do is "Who Do You Voodoo, ♥♥♥♥♥?" I used to play the big Casinos in Vegas or Atlantic City, but now it's just been Reno or Laughlin or some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cruise ship. So this gig here might be my last chance. There's some heavy Hollywood hitters up in here and if I get noticed, I could be right back on top there, you know what I'm saying?