This is a song about "Players twist"

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

All i know is how to twist that glass bowel.

She wants to tell her story, but there is a sick twist

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

All you did was give my daughter a twist

Its a conflicting twist

If i lost you be patient

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rocking that twist like elvis presley

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers