Uh-huh, I ain't even good with writin', I don't even write, I just felt, I had to write this letter to BigDear Christopher Frank White Wallace, yeah, it's your boy Kiss, I just wanted to holler, uh-huh, in your memory, I keep a Coogee in my closet, yeahCango on the rack, fresh pair of wallets, you know I'm still a licker in the chow, still got Branson on speed dial, and everybody's the king nowYou ain't gotta be nice, gettin' shot is the thing now, mafia was doin' they best, they're separated now, rock and gutter doin' a stretchUh-huh, yeah, Kim is still in it to win it, I seen money yell a while ago, and I ain't heard from C's in a minuteUh-huh, people in power is queer, I could go on for a year, but how would it be if you was still here?Uh-huh, gamers got cheaper, yeah, rappers is more commercially successful now, but the heart's a lot weakerWe could know me, still got the flow to the pop speakers, uh-huh, first option on offense, top featureIt's easy, big, all you need's a Pro 2 set, and I ain't touched the paper that I was supposed to yetEverybody that's somebody show respect, only a matter of time before they notice thatI'm an impeccable lyricist, and with the right mechanics, I could take over, be clear of thisThey well aware of Kiss, the light of the city, and I ain't on the label no more, but I'm tighter with DiddyI got my own plan, handle mine like a grown man, long as I know I'm nice, I'm my own fanRemix the joint you had, but they could never ever duplicate your swagMeanwhile, I'ma keep pursuing my lil' plans, and you might bump into a few of my lil' mansUp there steppin' with God, down here, Mr. C and BK is still reppin' you hardTiana so pretty, CJ turned into Lil' Biggie, just a lil' lighter but so wittyOn your born day, we get the highest, Groovy still the best with the garments, you keep me the flyestTonight, Patron is dead, only right that I take a bottle for Cardi Lamon to the headAnd before I end it, I gotta say thanks, cause not only was the time well spent, it was splendidMiss you, my n***a, my love, my homieThat was my letter to Big, you know what I mean, I felt it was only rightI really spoke with him, drank with him, sat with him, talked with him, kicked himI wanna see you in the next lifetime, but it's never easy sayin' goodbyeSayin' goodbyeIt's so hard to understand, why you had to go awayWhy you had to go awayIt's so hard, oh yeah, I just said*