This is a song about "Twist"

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

He's determined to slit her wrists, and twist her

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Twist and spin and slit my wrists until the mortician embalms me

Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

She wants to tell her story, but there is a sick twist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

But the twist in all of this, is, all of my children's,

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Keep a fresh twist cause im cool with the dick

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Then i'll maneuver 'n' twist / with my peculiar wit

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Let me twist your mind,and fuck it in all directions