This is a song about "Message"

And the message of this letter was born

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

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

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

So, i could understand the true message

My mama smoked so god damn much

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Message for nintendo, sega and the old ware.

Everybody put three fingers in the air

You get the message ain't no lie

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die