This is a song about "Mess with squad"

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Wanna mess with me, you betta think thrice.

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Don't mess with j-dot or you'll get sent up to glory

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay

You don't want to mess with us

And i can't help but notice

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

You mess with me and get quickly corrected