This is a song about "Dont mess with chayse"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Yeah i like to mess around but i don’t mess with my lyrics

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Yo im that kid not to mess with, beyond the rest adolescents,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Sometimes impressed with what is careless in a big mess

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

Every day was a saturday, shit

And anto don't mess with me oh wait you got that

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard