This is a song about "Letter reading and melon eating"

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

Keep reading this rap and you can see what my mind's like.

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

And,i hope u get my apology letter

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Usually i scare my victims before i go and do my eating

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll