This is a song about "People messing with your life"

Or end your life with rhymes.

If i could have 25 wives

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

Your stuck bad luck. you dont know who you messing with, this my

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Huh, got to get better with time

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

To dream is to live life’s full potential

With new crowd in , your sec life with whole new level

Messing with me? what a fool

Higher than high school

It will kill me some day, i'm sick of them messing with me,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

You dealing fire you don't know who messing with