This is a song about "Mista tung twista"

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Only needs a few drops of oil on his coils to destroy you, he's loyal

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Wit my kin that i came in wit

It's a -- situation

I used to have thick skin,

Im still loaded, im loaded

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

So sit and shrink you stupid thick prick