This is a song about "Killing you when you mess with me"

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

You know better not to mess with my verses..

You mess with rhino you must want the swine

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

But i kid you not don't mess with me

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And i can't help but notice

You don't want to mess with us

You were the fuel and the fire burns, they dont mess with me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Dc has never seen such progress

But you can't trash a mess