This is a song about "Flexion"

Swing my sever of the roof on an extension cord

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

With hope's to break the minds of bold, and bend the souls of the feeble

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/

I'm just like you trying to hustle, no time for gym, hope i don't lose muscle

The hate and the evil that you gave mei shine as a reminder of what you've done to my people

God is in my life every sunday im in the steeple, i fuck girls while theyr bent in the fetal,

And completely response less

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I know every reaction you have even before you have it

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the earth like an asteroid

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Mefor some faggot trash i'll, bend over so you won't forget my ass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class