To Whom It May Concern (Messy Marv)

You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back And I mean that bitch Anything I own I'm taking all that shit Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will (To whom it may concern) Ho you outta pocket My release date bitch, I'm running in ya pockets Who you talking to You don't make bitch, bitch I make you Yeah I'm taking all that Them Apple Bottom jeans bitch and that Baby Phat You know I ain't broke Without no money bitch you gon be a joke Ho is you tripping A nigga locked up and you disrespecting pimping Hell nah it ain't good Bitch I'm beating you ass when I get back to the hood Ho stop lieing I don't wana hear that bullshit bitch stop crying I know you know better Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back And I mean that bitch Anything I bought I'm taking all that shit Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will (To whom it may concern) Bitch you ain't right I know ya trifling ass was at the club last night Now how that look Bitch when you ain't put no money on the kid books I'll be out in a few days And I'm snatching out them lil ass micro braids You up and down (?) How you my bitch in the next nigga caprice Hell nah I ain't hating This ain't nothing but a earned vacation You know what it is Call ya baby daddy bitch them ain't my kids And park my 'Lac Bitch don't ever do no shit like that I know you know better Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back And I mean that bitch Anything I bought I'm taking all that shit Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will (To whom it may concern) Don't ask me for nothing When I get out I'm fucking ya lil thick ass buzzin I'm Iceberg Slim Don't tell that to me, bitch tell that to him My money too long And bitch tell metro you need a new phone I bought you Dolce & Gabbana Bitch you eating White Castle no mo Benny Honda And you bet not key up the candy I'm a beat the brakes off you bitch you understand me And you bet not key up the candy I'm a beat the brakes off you ho you understand me And you bet not key up the candy I'm a beat the brakes off you trick you understand I kno you know better Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter