This is a song about "Letter to death"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Cause i was about ready to fuckin choke you to death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Got a letter from the doctor saying to meet.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Each and every one of my lines are clever, down to the very last letter.

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Call my dot cuz im above you like the lowercase letter i dont try to

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due