This is a song about "Twerk for me"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Of everything to come for me

You don't drink, more for me

Walk that body, talk that body

Have you done shit for me?

My slight fo's just talk dirty

And there's little to be glad for

Could prepare me for the answer

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My own mother for emberassing me

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby