This is a song about "Twitter savage"

I said, "i'll delete my twitter for my motherfucking nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

These lines are inscripted the picture image of me is pure savage

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

We just looking in the mirror

I'm a new spitter don't use twitter

Face lights up like every time twitter updates.

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

You fuck around wit a real savage

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Might need a bandage you fucking savage

Twitter blasted in a complete knock

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop