This is a song about "Dont mess with the grizzlie ganggrizzlie gang"

He burned the doob, an upsetting mess with no the urge to move

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Of the rebel gang captain

They'll have to rename this one

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You don't want to mess with us

Sometimes i feel so worthless

Pink drank on, sprite work

Mess around with me get hurt

Im a danger to all human human kind the way my flow go itll mess with yo mind

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets with the assistance of diligent bishops

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts