This is a song about "Unfinished letters"

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Letters of ghosts written to better invoke redder than hulk ready in bulk

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

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

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

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

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

Post cards and my letters

Oldest nation on this earth

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

F u are my favorite letters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers