This is a song about "Gila bend"

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

It's obvious to see that i bend topics and speech like it's a hobby to me

The days i would take you home and tell you to bend over

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

To befriend or run,i'll bend a gun in your face,better yet im shooting your chest

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

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

He can split he can bend

Never ever pay rent

I shouldn't put you in this position, so why don't you bend over?/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Failure ain't a fuckin' option gotta make it bend

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement