This is a song about "Twist"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

Keep a fresh twist cause im cool with the dick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

My rap bars bring up the twist

I promise to keep it honest

This aint no twist its a plot

Okay man you do the drop

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

And he, what's his name, earl

Make my world twist and swirl.

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

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