This is a song about "Messy flatmates"

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

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

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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