This is a song about "Messing up"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

The president is messing up his words, it's hard to spit again,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

You gotta take control and knock off any rapper messing

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

And yes bitch words are the shit i like messing with

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

But to rush the stage. ya messing with a bunch of mobsters,

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

But this real, fuck how you feel

Keep messing hit you with that steel

Whatever it is , it's messing up how i live.

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit