This is a song about "I m a clear the red letter in the pigeon"

Cause i change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender

I had to take a pen, to apologize in this letter

She put the letter down, she froze in time

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

I even drew a clear picture in the words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Live a lie don't ask me why. i wrote a letter to the ghetto,

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

I got dat cheddar nice to the letter write whats better

I'm the president writing myself a letter

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

Woo-hah, got you all in check

And then i saw the red,