Bless my mom. Mom is everything to me.

I was a baseball guy. Mom wouldn't let me play football when I was little because she was scared I'd get hurt. So, I finally convinced her to let me play in 7th grade.

My mom, she's the strict one. If we did something bad, we'd get a whippin' but nothing too bad.

My thing is, everything I do, I leave it out there and let the chips fall where they may.

I'm going to discipline my kids, and can't no one tell me how to discipline my kids.

If I was to keep playing, I had to play in Detroit, and it just wasn't for me anymore.