This is a song about "Mess wit us"

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Caged, and the wonder is seen

A mess for us two to clean,

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Is someone who can take a mess

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Don't smoke no loud wit us

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,

God dam imma soul mess,

Spending her time with him i guess

And now it's clear as this promise

Purposely chasing us