This is a song about "Bent people"

God is in my life every sunday im in the steeple, i fuck girls while theyr bent in the fetal,

The hate and the evil that you gave mei shine as a reminder of what you've done to my people

Feelin' all but 'bout to falter, so lonesome my ego's bent

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Like people meeting people online,

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

People steal, people die,

Them people weak them people weak

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Took excalibur and bent it

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands