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

I feel like we're in a fairy tale, but hell yeah it's a joke

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I set a table for two

Want to let you know i love you

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Lessor of two evils i see shit through

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Two aks and a box of blunts

Two hundred and a year a.d

Try to jack and i will attack