This is a song about "Love letters"

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Tried perfecting my letters n

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

I'm breathing for a purpose

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Show me love show me fuckin love

I want a girl to love

Pocket racked up all big faces

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

With keen flows.i'm known to rip rhymes you see letters floating in the air like ghost.

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Or now they don't praise enough