This is a song about "Messages"

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

And i have a few messages that i have to send

As i light one for ill will

Spewing messages till

D12 who conveyed messages while holding hand grenades

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Messages in music - critical to me

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Lost without a care forcing messages thru antennas,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile