This is a song about "Twerk wit it"

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

If ya living it then ya know you wit dah set

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

Lyrics i spit at a critic cause he's not wit' it,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I said this darkness, ima wield it wit time

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

You ain't wit' it? you should witness when i rip it up,

Uoeno i was wit it

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit