This is a song about "Messing with the wrong person"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Messing with 6 mario rappers on mushrooms

They keep on asking "what's wrong with the nation?

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Messing with ouija boards triangles and the kay kay kay

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Keep messing hit you with that steel

And the right eyes (or: with the wrong eyes)

Sky high, iced out paradise

Pushing in my mama van

Right car with the wrong thang

Malcolm is the kind of person

So keep fronting till my peeps come