This is a song about "Directed messages"

As i light one for ill will

Spewing messages till

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

D12 who conveyed messages while holding hand grenades

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

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

So buy me saying these messages i’ll send the right road,

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Lost without a care forcing messages thru antennas,

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show