This is a song about "A tale of two citie"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Two aks and a box of blunts

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

And real bitches don't respect you

I set a table for two

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And these two, other sloos, sucking my dick for a bag of jewels

They just go around

Us two we smoke a pound

We're two different types of romance,

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Your a fraction of what we are well cut you in two

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you