This is a song about "Mess you up"

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

But i, will mess up the last one, i bet ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

And i ain't trina be no thug like i said im just caught up in a mess

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

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

But when it's a fucked up jumble it's a mess - nobody's impressed!

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

You try mess with my name, my game

Of your desk stool, until you mess up, then the messiah of rap flows

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Made from the brain of me, most genius

You don't want to mess with us

I am here to mess up this thing

Shit i been heard that niggas been working