This is a song about "Lonely kid letter to his parents"

He's getting lonely, he's starting to get impatient.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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

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.

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Take his eyes out and switch with a letter

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

His kid is free to say, "my dad's a hero, a catwoman, he even likes milking me"

The kid circles lonely in a dark cold cage.

With foreign names, valet the range