This is a song about "Do not mess with me"

Third ward general, young cash money

But i kid you not don't mess with me

Wanna mess with me, you betta think thrice.

What we gotta do to survive

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I'm in a state of ecstasy, this is a warning not to mess with me

Im that adolescent mc whos attested, not to mess with no questions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

But i kid you not don't mess with me

Must be something you want me to see

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

If you mess with me you'll get your fucking neck snapped