This is a song about "Mess with squad"

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

If you mess with me you'll get your fucking neck snapped

But i kid you not don't mess with me

Lets come up to my city

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

You don't want to mess with us

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Once you mess with clever's crew, i guarantee the death of you

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

You know better not to mess with my verses..

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that