This is a song about "Ultimate twist"

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects

Went to prevent hip-hop's ultimate descent/

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Of my soul, while ultimate goal is to usurp this this throne

On trial for possession of some chronic

Keep a fresh twist cause im cool with the dick

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Grab the bitch by her hair n twist head like the exorcist

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Im the ultimate ruse double cup boozin, womans panty loosens

Return to the source for the ultimate revel

So pretentious with no potential

All i know is how to twist that glass bowel.

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual