This is a song about "Mists tung twista"

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

So that must mean it's as real as a deal in deal or no deal?

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Garage open, this moment is golden

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Bait baby, wait baby

While im bout to, go blow tree

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

A military mind mean money