This is a song about "Bend"

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

So i bend over to get the fork, and of course i feel a little prod,

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Bend over touch your toes ,then drop with it

I'mma sign that work and release that

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Bend her over, pour it out,thats a teapot

I refuse to bend don't expect reciprocity

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

The days i would take you home and tell you to bend over

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

It's obvious to see that i bend topics and speech like it's a hobby to me

He can split he can bend

Stop it if you scared