This is a song about "Twisted love"

Throats severed, mentalities warped and twisted like tether,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Yo bring it my raps are sick and twisted

My god come before this bread

Get twisted in ya head

That's my conditions, strictly sick, if you got it twisted,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Still my mind was twisted like a bonsai,

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

All black everthing on some jigga shit

I rap like my brain is twisted,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

It's wicked how the news is bended and twisted,