This is a song about "I m a nigga don t mess withme"

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

In the streets ,i guess this shit is a mess

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I make a mess as the day progresses