This is a song about "Do t mess with me"

Whats this gotta do with me?

I’m a hustla, baby

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

But if you mess with me yup i'll knock out ya lights

Before you mess with me i guess its best first to witness my prowess/

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

But i kid you not don't mess with me

Don't mess with me, i'm a wild fire/

Just to let you know, you are

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

The dead society of a poet