This is a song about "Bent"

Hold up yea we the best

And writing lyrics to get bent

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

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

My bumpers bent license suspended renewals expensive

I'm bent off that drink, but i don't touch that molly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

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

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

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars