This is a song about "Twerk"

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

I could just twerk about, could play some pool, might just move in the direction of christ

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Man this life is but a dream

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

But she try to twerk like miley cyrus,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

You're that secret place

Twerk twerk, smirk on the face,