This is a song about "Dont mess around"

God dam imma soul mess,

Carefree i don’t need the stress

You gon’ mess around and make me catch a body like that

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Because congress need to access your last mess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Then u started saying ur a mess

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

On my back boy, holla back boy

She looked me in the eyes and told me i dont fuck around

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

Then turn around and fuck one more like it dont even matter

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Mess around with me get hurt