This is a song about "The message"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

Take my words and pass the message:

I feel they praisin too much

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

And this ain't the last message, so consider this incomplete 'n,

Should get the message you the type to satisfy my fetish

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

The message that i'm urged to prove:

Its a message to the scum thats still living,

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Nah they didn't get the memo/ didn't read the message

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

It all began with a flash now we know the message