Dear Mr. Rapper as a fan of yours I felt I could say
My name is Shay and I hear your music but I don’t like your ways
The things you do to get attention and the things that you mention
Circulate and emulate some vast, unneeded tension
Nowadays the only way to be heard is through profanity
Constantly say obscenities and easily show your vanity
Words they used to heal and now they make me lose my sanity
Turn on the news and find out you’re given amnesty
What happened to being a role model and a public figure?
Instead you glamorize it’s okay to pull the trigger
But what’s even worse than that is that you demean women in videos
With skimpy saying bitches and hoes
And in the next verse we are your Nubian queens
Make up your mind, please, and are we only your sex toys
Or are we the strong women that made you mean from boys