Dear Trae
Why haven't you responded to my text
In a about a day
You think you Hollywood cuz you
Went back to LA
Only Four foot ten don't know why
You acting this way
Respect carrying on your family's legacy
No surprise seeing you drop outta elementary
No license cuz over the wheel
You can not see
Skinny frame, bad posture
Call you the green one from
Monsters Inc
Bet Dorthy got confused and skipped
Cross them yellow-bricked teeth
Cuz you lied about the Florida trip
You lied about height a bit
You lied about heritage
Italian? you only one-fifth
I hope you never grow
I hope your head never fill out to match the sizing of your nose
I hope your chin hairs never connect and that bald spot forever shows
I hope your back ance never stop playing connect the dots
I hope you don't keep shopping the kid's aisle to buy a watch
And I hope you sprayed some Lysol across your sister's couch
Cuz you and I know what you decided to put inside your mouth
Before you think about responding, just know I got some real shit
We know what happened in Nordstorm few years ago, November 5th
Meet Trae Romano