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

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

It reads "fucker, don't mess with me or ull be killed.

Wanna mess with me, you betta think thrice.

Bring the battering ram where you live

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Don't mess with me, i'm awkward i box lefty

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

These fools tryin' to mess with me