Welcome to my diary here's another letter,
I keep that white girl just call me Hew Hefner,
I'm Heavy wit da birds so you should cop a feather,
and my Money run's long like sleeves on a sweater,
damn I make it flood I am just bad weather,
or something like s**, i just keep gettin better,
and better... and better... and if life is like a clit,
den i'm goin at it hard like a man up in his b**h,
and I'm f**in it too rough do you think I need to quit,
but my flow is so Viagra and hip hop is my dick,
so f** all the men and woman who don't like it,
i will leave em in the ocean like the titanic,
and yes I got dat yah b**h workin on my strip,
and I'm all up in dat a** like where is my shyt,
The boy so coldshe likes my stick,
I'm the human popsicle that all the girls lick,
So let make it clear I am only havin fun,
And If they sleepin on me well the nightmare has begun,
I will crush em 1 by 1 they fake like water guns,
And when I make it rain I leave em beggin for the sun,
Them n***az so soft... I call em hon-ney-bunz,
I'll bring em war wit stars like... O-bi-Wun,
Wit Army Guns... so O-Be-Have,
I got em runnin scared they need Atlanta Braves,