Letter to Vito

Don't wake me if I'm sleep, I'm dreaming 'bout a B

Not no honey but the money it's in reach

I know that mountain steep, come climb it with me

Do it in Prada boots because I'm Prada me

Ready for the weather, prepared for whatever

Mama raised a man, granny raised a stepper

Dancing with the devil

Been through hell so ain't nothing that I'm scared of

Took some L's but it's all about perception

Can't stop gettin arrested, so mama keep on stressing, and Granny like the reverend

Every sermon 'bout me missing out on blessings and why I'm so hardheaded

You know I'm from the Seven