This is a song about "Bent"

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

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

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

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

And writing lyrics to get bent

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

My heart is like bent tin

Through thick and thin

She bent backwards/ face up

And maybe i am but

Took excalibur and bent it

And california on that jerk shit

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

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