This is a song about "Twist and turns"

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Let's sit back and watch the world burn, take turns, blaze chronic,

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Shit now i'm going to hell maybe i'll bunk with hitler,and we could take turns in

Or else heats will be burned stomachs will twist and turn theres so much

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Who turns a cold shoulder to him and his ego

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

But five years from now i bet she see

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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