This is a song about "Letters fo lost loves"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Trendsetter my fans love they send me letters

Packing that fo-fo, keep a snub nose by the shelf

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

That my tigress loves his highness

Let's have a toast for this new love

Applying pressure when i put together letters

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Every chick loves godzilla

So when ya see me nigga

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos