This is a song about "Twist shit"

So keep leanin' on my shit you critics, spit it, twist the lyrics,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Grab the bitch by her hair n twist head like the exorcist

I promise to keep it honest

Its a conflicting twist

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Its the kind of feeling that makes your gut twist

Riding around without a fuck given

The twist of the glass pipe, became their clear vision.

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that