This is a song about "Group messages"

Pockets probably like fried food

No doubt like gwen stefani's group

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Sensationally i bust rhymes better than a all-round group cypher

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

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

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Cuz yal fucking with a group who just don’t care.

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

And i have a few messages that i have to send

East with biggie and group home

Baby im in the zone