This is a song about "1 2 1 2"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Hip hop don't need wizards its the 1-0-1% truth

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Fuck 1 2 3 syllables im resurrecting multis from cardiopulmonary arrest,

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Ugh, 1 nug, 2 nug, 3 nug, 4, i just want to blow colors,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,