A Letter To Snead

What up cousin, know we haven't spoke in awhile. Ain't **** change, still serving these hoes with a smile. We don't get to talk anymore and trade war stories, just sitting in the yard me with my double duce, you with your forty.parking lot pimpin just don't seem the same, routine... Drive slow blow the horn bumping Biggie or Kane. Still owe you my life for pulling me out the car that night, not blood but still brothers even when we argued fuss or fight. You snatched me up when I was wrong and showed me how to analyze things another way I know you didn't wanna leave me but sometimes **** be that way. Mom still be laughing about your jokes, I couldn't stop coughing, laughing through Newport smoke. Code name Big Sexy with a heart to match, save me some gin, e@j, uncle Paul I'm sure it's plenty room in the great hall. Not sure when my ride will be over not sure when I'm gonna take it on in, just find me when I get there so we can get it in... Miss you Big Brother.