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

Listen to the sick and twisted shit cause it calms me

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Who's on my line

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

You don;t thin anymore

As soon as i walk in the door

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

The next day you is everybody target