This is a song about "Twist that dope"

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

You would become a hater, isn't that a twist?

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

Coz yeah,i'm that guy,the dope dealer

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Now all i hear people say is "man that shit's dope bro"

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Dope smoke i love that / lungs filled till they packed

Ever since then i had no job

Fuck that shit aint so dope

All i know is how to twist that glass bowel.

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol