Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all. It's your boy Ghetto Superman. A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife. What up Young Boy?. . Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill.
Yeah, a lot a mysteries, a lot a histories. Too much blowin' up and showin' up, and not enough growin' up. I mean it happens, people change, yeah. A brother changes everyday but ah, most of all we changed.