This is a song about "Unfinished letters"

Who should i hang out with the preps but they always send me threat letters

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Ressurect the best when i spread letters my testament

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Trendsetter my fans love they send me letters

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

F u are my favorite letters

Applying pressure when i put together letters

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

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

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination