This is a song about "Love twist"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Can't twist my words cause we know there legit

Keep a fresh twist cause im cool with the dick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

Come here i’m about to take you higher

He's determined to slit her wrists, and twist her

Grab the bitch by her hair n twist head like the exorcist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

And id plead the fifth. . . but the stories are twist