This is a song about "Messy flatmate"

Look it something they can't ever see

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

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,