This is a song about "Mists tung twista"

But he don't rule a thing

Extensive tree breathing

Rhymes flow right off of the tongue

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

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

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

While im bout to, go blow tree

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I bet she cracked up laughin as she took a look at your dong

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

They say i talk like im god body

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

I can spit this shit like it was straight from the tongue,