This is a song about "A letter"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

See you write a letter

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Got into trouble through himself into a pile of ruble then wrote a letter while

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I sent that shit like a letter,

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm sorry for everything, that's why i'm writing this letter

And the message of this letter was born

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

And, i gotta end this here, please except this letter

We can't settle for the devil, leave a letter behind,

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind