This is a song about "Directed messages"

Messages in music - critical to me

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

And i have a few messages that i have to send

But you guy's are like facebook messages i have to wait for your reply,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

I'm the next kruger, send 'em like text messages to ya,

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Got them little red dots directed at your face

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Fuckin faggots, don't you know when shit's directed to you?

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I was playing with guns