This is a song about "Baby twins"

Well you gotta know baby

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

Got tired of running from the police

Twins on deck call em siamese,

I got to be your baby

I swear they think i'm crazy

Well you gotta know baby

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Must be something you want me to see

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Now i feel like i can do anything to kill, me and him should be twins