This is a song about "Twisted meth"

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

With words so mixed and twisted

Rack, rack city shit

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

I rap like my brain is twisted,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Add some meth and that pills

Right flows down and they might go nice

Sick twisted fantasies