This is a song about "Dope twerk"

My balance be so tight rope

Don't try to hate on dope

And gave the coldest smirk

Please... twerk twerk, let that ass work,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

New canvas she need a new stroke

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Used to find dope in his coat

Sometimes rap about slinging dope

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,