Dear Masai, I wrote you but you still ain’t callin’
I left my cell, my Twitter, and my email at the bottom
I sent two letters back in April, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a lockout or delay from the problems

Sometimes I scribble jersey numbers too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, forget it, what’s up? Man, how’s the office?
I heard you nearly decked that cop, bro that was flawless
I saw you fleeced the Spurs that year for Kawhi
You turned DeMar into a chip, I damn near cried

I been a fan since Bargnani and that was pain
But you came through and gave us hope through the rain
Remember when we won in ‘19? I was there in the square
With a flag and a Lowry jersey, crowd jumpin’ in the air

I got a tattoo that says "Trust in Masai"
If you ever leave Toronto, man, I’d probably cry
See, I admire you ’cause you never chase the hype
You stayed true, built from nothin’ with that African pride

I ain’t mad though, I just think it’s messed up you don't reply
If you saw the roster now, you’d know we barely getting by

Sincerely yours, the biggest fan
This is Anon (P.S. Fire the coach, man...)