This is a song about "Letters fo lost loves"

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

Tried perfecting my letters n

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

Can barely walk the city streets

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

The lady loves her will.

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

She loves me she loves me not

Put my trust in my god

Look how the buzz will grow

Yo girl just loves my flow