This is a song about "Messy mc"

Superfly, opposite of basic

I never though then i'd become an mc,

But they say we ain't big

Believe what you see, a real mc

Rising higher than any mc

Keep the bitches on my dick

Yo your going up against the illest mc

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

To try and become the next mc

On trial for possession of some chronic

So don't be mistaking me for some faking mc,

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic