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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

I want to fight the music on this one

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Two sports references of people who are important

Somethin' the two of us will do is see a girl say damn she

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty