i went to vox studios. i had it all, i looked at it and said "this a bigger jail than i just got out of". i don't want to take my time going to work, i got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag, and ten or fifteen girls. what the hell i wanna go off and go to work for? work for what, money? i got all the money in the world. i'm the king, man. i run the underworld, guy.
i decide who does what and where they do it at.