I donno, i heard he grew up distillin' illegal green apple vodka in da hood with his homies. Take some jolly ranchers and throw 'em in rubbing alcohol and try to sell it to local bars, it's really the only way to survive in the hood, which is a shame. I even know about if from when i was growing up. Mad gang wars in my neighborhood, when the Poplar Street Gin Boys would run up on *Los Jimadors* from the Little Guadalajara side of town. Niggers would fill a bottle with *Negronis*, pop a rag in the top, like it on fire, and toss it through a rival gangs distillery window, and watch it blaze. Then they'd all sit on the corner, drinking, occasionally pouring a dry Martini out on the sidewalk to respect their fallen homies. Fucking hard times man.