This is a song about "Messy flatmates"

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

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

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see