This is a song about "Unfinished letters"

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Ressurect the best when i spread letters my testament

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

We'll write these letters to them, "all this angst, we owe it to you",

But how can you start a line without any letters

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

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

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Trendsetter my fans love they send me letters

Post cards and my letters

So you finally got the nerve