This is a song about "Whores drugs that amazing sound when you twist your back in the morning"

The feds slower than a can pouring

Your mom walks in and says good morning

You would become a hater, isn't that a twist?

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Is when i sit back and wait for the drugs to pile

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

The back is where they pushin the funk, drugs in the floor

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Now i'm back with one of my latest

Its the kind of feeling that makes your gut twist

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

When you hear the sound of the trumpet thats the sound of my triumph

And all we lack is communication like service sucks