This is a song about "Satan messing things up an the hood don t mess with the games"

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

He burned the doob, an upsetting mess with no the urge to move

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Be careful who you're messing with when you call the bluff out

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

And yes bitch words are the shit i like messing with

I'm the new generation generatin hate an pussy penetratin, spittin fireballs worse than satan

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

The president is messing up his words, it's hard to spit again,

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then