This is a song about "Letter"

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

Yet magazines still tellin me im not gettin my varsity letter yet

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Committin' those letter crimes unpredictable like weather in july

Ya'll wife and white knight her

I sent that shit like a letter,

Magic city a lil bit of change

I'm a g; like the letter before h

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And,i hope u get my apology letter

That try to chase these skirts

I'm writing this letter with words

I'm the president writing myself a letter

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

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

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter