Dear Lil Wayne,
You once claimed to be the "best rapper alive," and during your peak, I agreed.
You were hungry. You were energetic. You were charismatic. And most importantly, you had bars.
Over the past year, you've changed your tune of being the "best rapper alive" to wanting to be the "best skateboarder alive."
The demise of your career has been a slow process, but a nightmare to watch.
You slowly transitioned from a syrup sipping, word-slurring rapper with dope bars to a skateboarding-obsessed, weirdly dressed, oddly sober, lyrically mediocre rapper who just isn't that cool anymore.
And guess what?
Everyone in music has noticed, and they're coming for you.
These other rappers are gunning for you, and they want to see you fall.
Pusha is lyrical. Pusha is clever. He's overall a dope rapper, who has proven over the years that he can slaughter anyone on a track.
And he came for you, so what you going to do?
Don't end up like one of these lame ass rappers who let 50 Cent's clever disses and personal attacks ruin their careers.
You never ran from a n*gga, so don't pick today to start running.
Get on a track, let Pusha T know he can't pop fly, and let hip-hop know you're back!
Don't get on Twitter and announce "f*ck Pusha," this ain't Twitter beef.
This is hip-hop...don't hide behind Twitter. Pusha didn't get on Twitter and pop sh*t, he got on wax and aired you out.
You do the same in return.
If Pusha shoots your dog, you better kill his cat. You know...the unwritten rules in rap.
So now you have to choose - take a sh*t or get off the pot.
Your whole city is depending on you, and I know you forget a lot of sh*t, but you can't forget that you were once the best rapper alive.