This is a song about "Tweet"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Turn up the heat, cause your word's will phase me as much as a hoe tweet/

I took a seat and you retreated, we living like before we do it let me tweet it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'm trying to echo the tweet i just got from my misunderstand

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

He's taking tweet beef to the streets because lyrically he needs to get his weight up

Celebrating without any tweet.

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Best in seattle go and make that a tweet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

You diss me now, not scared of a tweet

Talk about me through your sub tweet

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep