This is a song about "Mess with squad"

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Sometimes impressed with what is careless in a big mess

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Fellow don't mess with the hero of sorrow

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

The squad with us, no troop

I must go like fly route

And anto don't mess with me oh wait you got that

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I dont really mess with people, im an instrument/

And i put that on my name

You try mess with my name, my game

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay