This is a song about "Messy flatmate"

I just want somebody i can see

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

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

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee