At a young age, I had to learn thingz tha hard way.I decided to rap. I wrote my first official song “PAIN”. I started writin my dolo album, but at the same time I met my baby’s mother and moved to her hometown. Then shit got really real. I tried to see what was up with the hip hop scene in that area, but believe it or not there was really no hip hop scene. Nobody I ask knew anything about any niggaz that rap, producez, or had a studio. I couldn’t even find a hip hop shop to cop mix tapes. It was very depressing cause I never lived in a place with no hip hop scene. I still tried to press niggaz around tha way to see if they knew anywhere that I could get some studio time. It was the worst of times. Months passes and no response, so I did some shit that I thought that I would never do and that was quit writin cause I felt like I wasn’t going anywhere. Even though, I loved hip hop, I just dealt with the bullshit. The yearz passed, I started going through deep depression, had a lot of personal issuez, and thoughts of suicide. I was fucked up in the game for real. I realize that when I usually go through crazy shit, I always felt better after writin’. So that is when I decided to do. I started writin’ my dolo album, but I thought in the back of my mind that my age was going to be a problem. But I’m no old head, it could have been an excuse. But niggaz go through shit for a reason. So that is why I decided to name my debut album “Better Late Than Neva”.