This is a song about "The message"

Its a message to the scum thats still living,

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

When my competition ain't much

Pressing the hateful message

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Message for nintendo, sega and the old ware.

I clearly had to get the damn message through you

And if i do go you better come through

My mama smoked so god damn much

So, i could understand the true message

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

You get the message ain't no lie

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling