This is a song about "The chickens i twisted see the digits unlisted"

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Spin #twisted with an ego that's the size of oklahoma,

Say your business prodigious, i take swipe at the digits

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

So i quitted 'n' lifted the digits to see who complicity wins it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

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

I represent the dark and twisted urges of the human race

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

There's puzzles in my mind, twisted thoughts, the pieces slung,