This is a song about "Never mess with my raps skills cuz i can wild n out"

Don't mess with me, i'm a wild fire/

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

My raps fit 'n' juggle like a lyrical puzzle to have fun with

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Yeah i like to mess around but i don’t mess with my lyrics

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Mess making, now my eyes can finally rest,

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't