This is a song about "Twist and turns"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Plot twist he's a novelist psychotic and off of it

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

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

Pleading for him to stop but he turns and smiles

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Who turns a cold shoulder to him and his ego

You see the devil is alive but he work slow