This is a song about "Messenger"

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

But what happens when god's messenger doesn't practice what he preach

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Don't shoot the messenger, just go along and hate the martyr,