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

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I dont really mess with people, im an instrument/

Mess around with me get hurt

That we picked up at the last concert

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

You should be you messin' with february/

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

..bitch ima clean freak i dont mess around,

And i don't fuck around with too much of ya'lls shit

Thus contributing to ongoing credit