Dear Iffy....

Dear Iffy, I wrote you but you still ain't calling
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fook it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
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 Mr. Chelsea
I read about your Uncle Biggish too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bich who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground sheet that you did with Kenyan
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the sheet you did with Drogzola too, that sheet was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
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