This is a song about "Messy"

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

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

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical