This is a song about "Dont mess with satan and skatin around messin shit up"

Don't come around me with that tweeking shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

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

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

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

With some lesbians that don't know english

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Don't mess with j-dot or you'll get sent up to glory

You should be you messin' with february/

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son