Uh, huh, I ain't even good with writin'
I don't even write shit
I just felt I had to write this letter to BIG
Niggas is actin' like, letter to BIG, uh, yo
Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace
Yeah, it's your boy Kiss, I just wanna holla
In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet
Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies