This is a song about "Bent people"

It's all good, finna dog that

Took excalibur and bent it

She bent backwards/ face up

Say what you wanna but

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Like people meeting people online,

You reflect in this heart of mine

So we're representing this detroit, yo you best get bent or get destroyed

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

People steal, people die,

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

From the people who control to people

Cause this album pack enough evil

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/