Dear rog,
I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my slap handle at the bottom
I sent two DM's back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There prob'ly was a problem at the nine club social media interns office or something
Sometimes I send emoji's too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's Chris Roberts?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her steezus
I read about your Uncle kelly too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over a stressful TM job at soletech
I know you prob'ly hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with bam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Eldy too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan