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

And real bitches don't respect you

I set a table for two

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Now let us start to preach, with a tale to scar you deep

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Like a fairy tale, it was just meant to be

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Two aks and a box of blunts

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

A cautionary tale of fail and what not to say,

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today