This is a song about "The message"

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

So fill up the spaces with the message that is given,

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

Its a message to the scum thats still living,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And i'm still wondering what was the whole message

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

Lyrics glowin' overhead like i get the message from a light switch

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch