This is a song about "Messy room"

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Her mother deftly left the room,

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

Monday in my room again

Flyer than the rest of them

Step back to the dressing room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see