This is a song about "Twist my fingers"

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

So here i am at the store for some chips

Raising my fingers to critics

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

I can tear your heart out when your chest and my five fingers clash

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

I know my lyrics twist, no need to check the sanity gauge!

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And california on that jerk shit

Can't twist my words cause we know there legit

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Away on my pad and i never get my fingers jammed cos i