Growing up in a place like New York City without a pops was difficult. I struggled in school most of the time so I ditched the place and stopped going, started doing small work at places to try to make a lil bit of money for my Mother. Eventually, one of the Russian families saw something in me, they took me in. We spent most of the time drinking, selling dope, and racketeering some small businesses, they made me ditch my Mother, still regret doing that to this day. Then, one of the Maid men told me I was going to russia, some island called Namalsk, it was a shit hole but I was told there was some big money. Took a flight out there and then people started getting sick, fucked up the whole operation, now, I'm fucked living on this shit island with some fucking virus that makes people go crazy.