This is a song about "I wrote u a letter to get shre"

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

I'm the president writing myself a letter

Your bars sound like u wrote while taking a dump

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

U about to get murdered b

If you ain't about money

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Got a letter from the doctor saying to meet.

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Get u a pot to pee?

Hey, must be the money

And,i hope u get my apology letter

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef