This is a song about "Mess with squad"

Yeah i like to mess around but i don’t mess with my lyrics

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I dont really mess with people, im an instrument/

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Yo im that kid not to mess with, beyond the rest adolescents,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

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

I'm going off the top of the brain

You try mess with my name, my game

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that