This is a song about "Messing up"

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Messing up priorities and mindlessly living their lives,

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,

It will kill me some day, i'm sick of them messing with me,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Messing with 6 mario rappers on mushrooms

And yes bitch words are the shit i like messing with

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches