Nicki is just like on some next shit, man. She’s on some pop icon megastar, and that’s what she wanted so bad. She’s this beautiful spirit, drama student from Queens that was just like, yo, I’m gonna do this shit. I’m going to become Barbie. People are going to dress up like me for Halloween and I’m gonna have bars still.

Nicki told me she’s about to get back on some spitter shit. Which I’m excited for. One thing I don’t want her to do is ever like get lost in the pop world. I hear songs from people on the radio and I’m like, damn, that’s so and so? Really? That’s his new joint? She’s so good at it and it works for her, but she’s a fucking amazing rapper. When she told me that today, we’re talking and we’re working on a joint for her album, she just told me “I just want to get back on some spitter shit.” So I hope she goes in on it.

Her loud personality is something, but her toned down personality is something even more. She knows that shit. She knows not to wear no makeup around me because I’ll be fucking on that shit. I’m on her. When she has no makeup on it’s like … she hasn’t come into the studio with me. She comes into the studio with me, no makeup and she’s rapping? I’m proposing right there. That shit is so attractive to me. She’s so attractive to me. She just can rap. What other girl can rap like that? That’s who I want to be my girl, you know? I want my girl to spit like that. Basically. Dreamgirl.