This is a song about "Twerk"

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

Put in work, let me see ya twerk (i bang her)

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

They like talking, its like gossip

Shes called the twerk queen, when her ass is flatter than someone turnin thirteen,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But she try to twerk like miley cyrus,

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.

I refuse to be another being on this earth