This is a song about "Facebook message"

Nah they didn't get the memo/ didn't read the message

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Murder essence, i feel like your ass just missed the message,

Ambition is definitely on the way

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Facebook is just a face without me.

And i'm still wondering what was the whole message

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Pressing the hateful message

Now you speaking my language

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Take grace, aim for the title not for fame but a message