This is a song about "Messy flatmate"

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

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

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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