This is a song about "7th letter"

I'm a g; like the letter before h

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Yet magazines still tellin me im not gettin my varsity letter yet

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Take his eyes out and switch with a letter

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

And the message of this letter was born

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

I'm the president writing myself a letter

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Send a letter to me,we can do it together,

Gone is just a letter

Huh, i can't interpret her