to whom it may concern Dear Slim, I wrote you and you still ain’t calling Backstage at the VMA’s someone gave you my song and I’m kinda wondering what you thought man Or when that guy walked up to you And talked to you and put it in your hands Maybe you never listen to it or Maybe you lost it Or maybe you heard it and you just got mad And then you tossed it Did he hits you back That’s the question I always get And I’m like, “Well, God forbid that you might even have liked it.” I don’t know …

when I had short hair they called me Jason Priestley but time passed, I had to mature you see I’m tryin’ to be the next Ashton Kutcher mock my style I dare you yo watch me pop right out of your stereo I spit more rounds then a merry go I flip more sounds then a karaoke machine B-Team this has been my dream since back when Al Green was lean, my scheme my plot, rise the top as one of the best I’m tryin’ to be the white Kanye West you heard me? that was a joke in case you didn’t get it I’m …