This is a song about "Bring the exorcism"

My rap bars bring up the twist

I promise to keep it honest

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I bring the meat, you bring the cabbage, i bring the heat, you bring the draft picks,

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Bring the drama on, im a fuckin phenomenon

I leave you shaking like you need an exorcism

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

This aint azkaban nor the octagon, so bring on the competition

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction