Lyrics:

Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace
Its ya boy Kiss i just want to holla
In your memory i keep the Coogi in my closet
Kango on the rak with a fresh pair of wallies
U know im still a liquor and the weed child
still got branson on speed dial
And everybodys the king now
You aint gotta be nice, getting shot is the thing now
Mafia was doing they best, seperated, now Roc and gutta doing the stretch
Kim is still in it to win it
Seen money yellow while ago
I aint heard from C's in a minute
people in power is queer
i can go on for a year bout how it would be if you were still here
Games got cheap, rappers is more commercially successful now but the hearts a lot weaker
You know me still got the flow thatll pop speakers
First option or offense, top feature
It easy b.i.g all you need is a protool set
And i aint touch the paper i was supposed to yet
Everbody thats somebody show respect
Only a matter of time before they know the step
Im and impecable lyricist
With the right vocanics i can take over be clear of this
they well aware of kiss
the light of the city
and i aint on the label no more but im tighter with diddy
i got my own plan
handle mine like a grown man
as long as i know im nice, Fuck it im my own fan
Remixd he joints you had
but they can neva eva duplicate your swag (never)
meanwhile ima keep pursuin my plans
and you might bump into a few of my lil mans
up there stepping with god
down here with mister c and Bk still reppin it hard
T'yanna so pretty
and Cj turnd into lil biggie just a lil lighter but so whitty
On your born day we get the highest
Rudy still the best with the garments, he keep me the flyest
Tonight the patron is dead
Only right that i take a bottle bacardi lemon to the head
now before i end it i gotta say thanks
not only was the time spent, it was splent