This is a song about "Dont mess with chayse"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Im that littel insaine kid with a chainsaw, that you dont wanna mess with

Killing these niggas off quick

Mess with this and i go polemic

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

Your man wale in his own damn lane

You try mess with my name, my game

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

You know better not to mess with my verses..

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Sometimes impressed with what is careless in a big mess