Yo-oh-oh, Donovan
It's Cam bro
I hope you're doing well
I was just checking back in on how that feature was coming
You know I sent you that track about what, six weeks ago now?
And uh, you keep saying you're gonna get back to me but uh, ha
Clearly six weeks ain't enough time to get your lazy ass off the couch and in the booth
So now my ass is stuck with putting my album on hold
Because you're a self centered narcissistic ass prick
Who gets in the studio only uh, about every other month to drop a single
And then I'm stuck here with an open verse
And on top of that, you want to send my call to voicemail?
Huh, alright fuck boy so how 'bout this
You can kiss my ass
And fuck that verse I'ma make a solo song
And you can cry yourself to sleep at night while you watch it climb the billboard
Because God knows your shit ain't getting on there
Enjoy your civilian ass life in Youngstown, Ohio you nappy headed ass goon
I'll send your bitch ass a postcard from LA while I'm getting top in The Weekends Jacuzzi
You lazy bone, no verse, tongue twisted ass motherfucker