To Whom It May Concern

[Hook:] 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) [Verse 1:] 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 a*s 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 [Hook:] 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) [Verse 2:] Bitch you ain't right I know ya trifling a*s 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 a*s 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 [Hook:] 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) [Verse 3:] Don't ask me for nothing When I get out I'm f**king ya lil thick a*s 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