This is a song about "Bent over"

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

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Then push the milk on a slow bend

And writing lyrics to get bent

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Thats why your girl jerk me off,bent me over told me cough,

She trying to get bent like light when it hits glass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

And the streets is getting colder

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/