This is a song about "Bella twins"

Twins on deck call em siamese,

And i know - there'll never be peace

Isabella, ma bella

My all gold rolly or the

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

Leaving you is like tearing twins apart

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Oh wait it was those twins from full house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

She didn't have no twins of herself that looked like her