This is a song about "God s messenger"

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

But what happens when god's messenger doesn't practice what he preach

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see