This is a song about "Twisted love"

Got a twisted plan for a twisted man with no attention span

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Sick twisted fantasies

Cause there'll never be peace

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Someone's changed my system cuz i feel like i'm twisted

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Throats severed, mentalities warped and twisted like tether,

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Still my mind was twisted like a bonsai,

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I'm lifted, shit seems twisted

Although, don’t just go and get these facts twisted,

Every day was a saturday, shit