This is a song about "Don t get shit twisted"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

I'm gettin' twisted sick with shit, it's ticking like arithmetic,

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday