Hey look, I say, I don't rap, I illustrate. I don't paint pictures, I pizza paint. This my motherfuckin' album. Kodak Black. Kodak Black. The 19-year-old Pompano Beach rapper. Reportedly back in jail after he was arrested today in Broward County, Florida. His real name is Dyson Octave. Changed his belief of not guilty to no contest. Mr. Octave unaccepted your failure. In the two criminal cases that had put his music career on hold. The troubled rapper found himself back behind bars after violating the terms of his house arrest. You know I'm a hot boy, but I ain't never lose my cool. The speed's on fire, that's why I ride with my tool. 1800 block boy, I quickly give a bit of blue. I was already sentenced before I came about. The warm streets done already sentenced me before no cracker could. And I don't know why, but I'm just so fucked up about the hood. And I don't know why, these niggas be hatin' on the G when I'm the same lil' nigga. Who gave you niggas a chance to eat? I had to do that time. Ain't nobody do that shit for me when I was the one that time. Ain't nobody do that shit for me. Miss my nigga cool. I know right now you're probably asleep. One day at a time. Ten toes down until you're free. Down in the cells, every street nigga feel. I give everything back to have my nigga here. I give everything back to have my nigga with me. I'd rather know how it'll be if I had my nigga with me. I ain't tryna see the pen, tryna make it shake. Neighborhood hero, I'm the one gon' save the day. Chosen one, my folks depend on me to make a way. I do it for my nigga, locked up doin' day for day. They gave lil' Marcus 25, that my man. Remember hittin' licks and runnin' up the band. They gave lil' Greg 16 years in the pen. For all my niggas locked up, I'm goin' ham. They gave lil' CeeLo 20 years, free my nigga. They say lil' Tracer gettin' out this December. I dropped 55 bands on my hand. They done let me out, so now I'm goin' in. Before he go back, shoot it out with the police. So that man, he goin' to court and he's free. He gon' go to trial, right there where he stand. For everybody did me wrong, I won't revenge. Dying in the cells, every street nigga feel. I give everything back to have my nigga here. I give everything back to have my nigga with me. I'd rather know how it'll be if I had my nigga with me. I ain't tryna see the pen, tryna make it shake. Neighborhood hero, I'm the one gon' save the day. I chose the one, my foes depend on me to make a way. I do it for my nigga, locked up doin' day for day. This my motherfuckin' album. Printin' the pictures, man, look cool, right? You already know that.