This is a song about "Messy flatmate"

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

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

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

God mc oh my god you gotta see

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

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

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

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

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

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