This is a song about "Twist my fingers"

Humans worship me, caressin my body til their fingers numb

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

A military mind mean money

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Twist another fat sack bout to scorch my lungs black (whys that)

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

All you did was give my daughter a twist

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

And he gotta fresh twist cause he cool with my bitch

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Can't twist my words cause we know there legit

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky