[Verse 1]
Dear, Walter S
I'm sorry that that girl is your sister, let me be honest
It takes a girl to be a girl, your sis is going to hell
I look at her and wish your father would've wore a condom
I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind her
Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home
Sometimes our siblings make mistakes that affect us until we grown
And you're a good kid that need good bonding time
Let me be your brother since your sister a piece of shit
Never let a girl control your life, son
Either you die right there or shoot that girl in the head, son
Never fall in the furry business, that's bad religion
Please remember, you could be a hoe even if you got pulled men
Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you a white girl
Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your sister did, fuck what Ozempic did
Don't waste your time with them Sims 4 Bundle, go play other games, bro

Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law
Don't get in fights 'bout what they did, that's how she treat your friends
Don't say bad stuff to forget it to hide again, be sure
Five percent will comprehend, but 95 is lost
Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within
Lotta cringe furry that's real, and your sista is one of them
And you nothing like her, you'll carry yourself as king
Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you 18


[Verse 2]
Dear, Danielle
Your kid got some habits, I hope you didn't teach them that
Especially with all the friends that's hurt inside this climate
You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment
With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded

Dear Tim S, you gave birth to a master manipulator
Even using you to pay for her Sims, is a huge favor
I think you should ask for less packs, and less sims
And less, uh, less packs

I'm blaming you for all of her spending addictions
Psychopath intuition, the girl that likes to play victim
You raised a horrible fucking person, the nerve of you, Tim S
Danielle, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen

Mm-mm, your girl's a sick girl with sick thoughts, I think shits like her should die
Her and her friends should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life
She hates Black people, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish
Become more rude because she understood bein' a bitch just fit her better

She a spoiled rich kid on Sim-IV that she has all the different DLC
A child should never become spoiled and she hoggin' her toys around her
And we gotta live our best lifes knowin' there's dumb bitches like her lurkin'
Fuck a few screenshots, she should die so all of everybody can live with a purpose
I been in this dumb school for 9 years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these students be here to police it
They be streamlinin' students all inside of they discord and callin' 'em F slurs
Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

To any man that be dating' herself, know that you're playin' yourself
Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the furrys, not the good ones
Ms Berkenhoff said, "Get you the truth, " so I'ma get mines
The Embassy 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time
Ayy, Walter, keep the huge weird stuff away, hey, Danielle, keep the kiddos away
To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe



[Verse 3]
Dear, Walter S
I'm sorry that your sister not active inside your world
She don't commit to much but her Sims 4, yeah, that's for sure
She a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside her sims
Try killing families rather than takin' care of her own
Should be teachin' you sibling bonding time or some weird sport
Or at your eleventh birthday singin' poems with you
Instead, she be in Sims payin' for packs and poppin' slurs, examples that you don't deserve
I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind
You got a gift to change the world, and could change your sisters's mind
'Cause our lifes are the future, but she lives inside confusion
Money's always been illusion, but that's the life she's used to
Your father prolly didn't claim her neither
History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason
But I would like to say it's not your fault that she's hidin' away in silence
Give her god, this the reason I made this dumb cover

So our brains like you can cope later
Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later
I never wanna hear you chase a girl
'cause her failed behavior
Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation
You need to know that love is eternity and she's all pain
I'll tell you who your real sis is, just play this song when it rains
Yes, she's a money spender, time waster, bad sister, right
And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "Thank you"
Meet the Stapletons



[Verse 4]
Dear, Ruth
I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to ruin your life
But truthfully, I don't have enough time' in my good life
This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game
But you fucked up the moment you called out my own name
Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?
Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you
And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home

12, but you playin' roblox like seven-year-old
You got friend' problems, behavior' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems
Bad with money, whorehouse
Solicitin' your dads dollars, therapy's a lovely start
But I suggest some non furry games, strip the ego from the bottom

I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'
Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'
No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in
No secret handshakes with your friend
No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother
Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya
The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas
Can't channel your feminine even when standin' next to a man

You a discord kitten, you gon' hide them sugar papas, ain't ya?
You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how your mom raised you
Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements
Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in
'Cause you lied about personality, you lied to your parents that day
You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury
You lied to your parents about how you wouldn't curse, and discord

You lied about information, you lied to your friends about stuff
They all liars, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em
You lied about your pets, you lied about your parents, huh
You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come
You lied about the only friends that can offer you some help
Fuck the 6 screenshots, this a long life battle with yourself