This is a song about "Twig"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Selfish absurd dimwitted unlit nitwit twisted twig stick end fiction

She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick