This is a song about "Being bent"

She trying to get bent like light when it hits glass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I believed in a higher being.

I just got one request, stop breathing

Took excalibur and bent it

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Where i can't be heard so absurd that i'm bent till i snap

My heart is like bent tin

It ain't where i been