This is a song about "Dont mess with ghost squad"

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Wanna mess with me, you betta think thrice.

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Sometimes impressed with what is careless in a big mess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And california on that jerk shit

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Oh you wanna mess with me? better reconsider/