This is a song about "Messy hiws"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

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

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

Come see real niggas on my team

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

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three