This is a song about "My dark twisted mind"

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

And-i-like-my twisted mellifluous articulated flow,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I be on my dark liquor

I represent the dark and twisted urges of the human race

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

That's my conditions, strictly sick, if you got it twisted,

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I'm still looking for my mind

This is to my unborn child

I'mma sign that work and release that

Yo bring it my raps are sick and twisted

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it