real. yo baby, i tried hittin you up on your celluar but chu was busy. cha boy Guz livin real good now knowin you doin the same. keep hard in the game girl, you’s a superstar, a supernova, if Jay-Z was white, you’d be the white hova. I’m going end this lil’ message with a rhyme for the time, ya digg:
sunday night at the crib it’s eleven fifteen,
it’s a fresh cut night and I’m feeling so clean,
knowin myself and feelin true, staying fresh and so brand new,
I’ll hit you up tomorra with a “hey, hello” and “what it do?”
i love you mikey. you’re the shit.