This is a song about "Coleton is a different kind of boy"

What the fuck kind of name is that

Twista finna get up on the track

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I kind of look up to satan as a god, so why is it,

Until this day took place, once of a kind

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Nigga i am a beast, a one of a kind legend,

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Mind void, is that one of a kind bro whos company is often enjoyed,

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

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

//i think this is the kind of song i'd love to do a collaboration

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him