This is a song about "Messy"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

You walk in, see the messy scene... and scream:

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

If he don't give me my girl things could get messy

You'll need a bib for this, my kills are messy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

This one, not so smooth he will not approve, in a messy grove

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Bloody, gory, messy murders. you should throw her in a burner

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer