This is a song about "Group messages"

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

D12 who conveyed messages while holding hand grenades

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

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

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Messages in music - critical to me

And all women who had light features, see

I'm offended that i'm in group e

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

There's probably a whole group of other names

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Inspiration throughout the group