A letter from November 25th, 2020

Hi teen dad, how's the kid going. how old is your child now. anyways now to real stuff, i hope you're happy and your mental health is good. well, i have something for you Everywhere I go they show mad love They know who we are they know about us They like to swade with drinks on us She call me daddy like my name was puff But thats too much im here to party My whole crew looking like we move charlie Cameras on me like im iCarly Wanna be B but shes not Cardi Turn my phone off and i go missin Glasses on and im on a mission Flashy lights and I start trippin The morning comes and im still kickin And i can't turn back cos ive come too far Dont you turn im not Usher Dont worry bout me im good my bra Tell em im doing eetswa Dont worry bout me im good my bra Tell em im doing eetswa Cos you won't see me at the club with no table Its the weekend party monster like abel Pass me the mic shut down disabled Time to go home nights done thank you When i start you won't see me for days No free gigs drop a stack on my name Still doing biz drop a pack on the? Bad girls around us loving the game And im still downing shots on shots on shots For the time my freedom was held in the pod Still fending stock on stock on stock Im not Italian but I finish the job Only getting started they want me to stop Are they retarted never falling off Feelings departed passing up the shots Still free the OC for my brother Glock Turn my phone off and i go missin Glasses on and im on a mission Flashy lights and I start trippin The morning comes and im still kickin And I can't turn back cos ive come too far Dont you turn im not Usher Dont worry bout me in good my bra Tell em im doing eetswa Dont worry bout me in good my bra Tell em im doing eetswa https://open.spotify.com/track/1JGb28R23RdtKZYT4XOf7u?si=6g_9gjQkTzabsOuGt-IlAQ