This is a song about "Being bent"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I love your ambition

My heart is like bent tin

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

You were always with me a hundred percent, my back bone i never bent

I believed in a higher being.

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Hell-bent on denting any rapper who doesn't make sense/

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears