This is a song about "The message"

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

And the message of this letter was born

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

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

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Take my words and pass the message:

Take grace, aim for the title not for fame but a message

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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