This is a song about "Bent"

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

My bumpers bent license suspended renewals expensive

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

She trying to get bent like light when it hits glass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

She bent backwards/ face up

I know you're mad, but so what

You can feel it via spirit

Took excalibur and bent it