This is a song about "Message"

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

I hope you got my message,

I'll desecrate ya, message creates a deathly crater,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

So please understand this message i'm peeping in your ear

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Pressing the hateful message

Now you speaking my language

I'm sure you're not impressing. i must finished this message,

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

It all began with a flash now we know the message

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Ye, he he, fizzle right here , hahaha, spread the message!