This is a song about "Twerk wit it"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I took a pen a fucked a notebook wit it,

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Fuck any nigga ain't wit' it, i can't get off my mission

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

And california on that jerk shit

My squad is who i get it wit

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

If ya living it then ya know you wit dah set

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,