This is a song about "Directed messages"

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

Directed towards the agent

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Messages in music - critical to me

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

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

Spewing messages till

For real, a nigga ill