"My Dad was on me heavy about drugs," remembers Soulja, slumped on a red two-seater couch, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. "He found a little sack in my bedroom, but it wasn't from drugs. They came from some earrings that I bought. He and my stepmother kept asking if I do drugs. So I finally just said, 'Look, I rap. I'ma be a famous rapper. My name's Soulja Boy.' And started showing them everything I was doing on the Internet-- my MySpace page and everything."