[Intro]
I’m finna [?] for the whole six minutes, I’mma just do some other [?]
Yo Carti comm’ I gotch’u

[Verse 1]
Dear Onyx, I’m so sorry Carti’s your father, even beyond it
I’m sorry that your momma and daddy don’t get along and
The man who’s supposed to be a role model to you ain’t honest
He found out he’s a narcissist tried to make money off it
He knows he’s a bad person, he’s happy and he’s proud of it
He knows he’s hurting people, he’s awful, that n***a loves it
A couple visits just the bare minimum, shit is nothing
Son, you deserve a father figure a little morе loving I’m sorry
Dear Yves
Your dad ain't nothing good for the world sincе Christmas Eve
And even then, he missed the birth of the child he conceived
Cause he’d rather spend his time playing video games sipping lean
I’m sorry
Dear Iggy
The way that Jordan treated you’s crazy, shit he was wigging
I’m sorry you put up with his lying and just stayed with him
Shit I know it feels to have hope that things’ll be different
His manipulation fooled you when you was making decisions
You pleaded to that deadbeat cause you just wanna be loved
His response inside the message was “I miss rubbing your butt”
That hedonistic sociopath just wanted a nut
Lil Baby is my favorite rapper
Dear Brandi
I understand your anger, why you can no longer stand him
A relationship is love, trust and loyalty all in tandem
And no man should put his hands on you when an issue needs handling
I hope that Benji Blue blam him, I’m done, fuck him
[Verse 2]
Dear officer
He begged and pleaded while detained asking what he could do
And The only answer’s being better, and not even for you
And not even for us, for himself, but he still choose to deceive the ones he loves, all the lying, cheating abuse
I’m sorry
Dear Opium
I’m sorry you thought the deal he gave you would be worth higher
You had so much potential, a mixtape could have been fire
Instead he turned you all into narcissistics and liars
Lone was a good kid playing overwatch till he got tired
And now he’s beating his girl, and his Tumblr he’s just a whiner
And Homixide is a mess, Beno over here texting minors
And Ken, well look at him

Damn

[Verse 3]
Dear the fans
I used to be one too, so, really I understand
Staying up ‘till midnight on the dates he said, he lied again
Now you disappointed, hurt, and angry when you go to bed
But 4 years later, in your room, you still bumping Whole Lotta red
Good Lord
I don’t judge but look inside of the mirror, this shit is wrong
Compromising your sleep schedule, hoping he preview a song
Buying tickets to his shows, when you know that he won’t perform
His music just isn’t good enough to have you waiting this long
You giving your patience to the wrong people, respect yourself
The man you streaming, don’t care about nobody except himself
But when he drops you just forget it and give him the record sales
He uses it for narcotics, just further killing his health
But as long as he touch a mic, you’ll continue feeding his wealth
And his ego, what a deal
That image, it isn’t real
It isn’t cool, it’s corny
And growing up will reveal it
He’s not mysterious, he just really dont care
And most his new musics awful, he fell off just like his hair
Rapping like he a thug, when an officer had him scared
Alright Jordan now it’s your turn, come have a seat inside this chair
[Verse 4]
We gotta talk

Dear Mr. Carter
Your lying hurt you too, could’ve taken your career farther
Could have been one of the greats if you moved a little bit smarter
And worked a little harder, could have been an all time charter
But now you fell off like the dreads you ask for help with from your barber
Put, pedophiles on shirts, shitty clothing and cancelled shows
And them weak ass Cardo beats, and them boring recycled flows
And the deep voice sound like you got Uzi Vert inside your throat
Now you got nowhere else to go
Cause you lied about your album drops, you lied about your release date
Your music don’t take that long to cook, your studio is an easy bake
You lied to all your girls, you lied to us and all the world
Then you thought you were a rockstar, then you ran back to your burrow
You lied about personas and you lied about your gang
You tripping thinking that you’re special, all because you hang with Ye
You lied to all your fans and ‘bout the tattoos on your face
You’re not a narcissist, you’re a sociopathic deadbeat and a SNAKE