This is a song about "Messing"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Messing up priorities and mindlessly living their lives,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

Messing with me? what a fool

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

Youd be messing wit if i taugfht you a lesson

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

And still a nigga made it here

Keep messing hit you with that steel

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

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high