This is a song about "Twitter fights"

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

She going to borrow some money

Life is like twitter so you follow me

Just to make it in this broadway lights

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

So i figure, you'll fuck about this on twitter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her