This is a song about "Messy hiws"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

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

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

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

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

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