This is a song about "Messages"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

So buy me saying these messages i’ll send the right road,

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I express these messages but a lot of ‘em might aspire,

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Spewing messages till

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

D12 who conveyed messages while holding hand grenades

Messages in music - critical to me

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city