This is a song about "Messing with my head"

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Your stuck bad luck. you dont know who you messing with, this my

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Messing with 6 mario rappers on mushrooms

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

You know you messing with a real nigga.

To liberate yourself, africa

And yes bitch words are the shit i like messing with

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Bringing the scheme is messing with me,

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice