This is a song about "Tweet for me"

Like it was meant for me/

To them it's just a story

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

That you can blame me for

Kick in the door

You heard a little #birdie #tweet, fuck what the birds say

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

So motherfuckers send for me, ain't nothing #in #for #me,

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Celebrating without any tweet.

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

We got money to go get baby

Online video is right for me