Number one, who is an editor to have an opinion on a street *****? Bottom line. Those editors don’t live this life. They don’t go through the struggle. I’m from the Rolling 60's my *****. They don’t understand what putting an album out is to me. It ain’t the same as one of them backpack ******, or one of them college-rapping types. That ain’t the **** I do. I got enemies. I went to war for real in between albums. My life is real. So when I hear about an editor asking: What’s up with my output? I’m like: What’s up with you even commenting on my life? ****** don’t know my life. That’s the bourgeoisie approach that I get offended by because this ain’t no bubble. This ain’t no vacuum we doing this music out of. That’s why people connect to the pain in it. Because it’s real. That’s the part they should respect. These radio hits, these charts, they don’t validate the truth and the message. That’s when I start to be like, “Okay, you ain’t got a record on radio. You ain’t put an album out officially, so you’re an underachiever.”