This is a song about "Both"

I'm in a battle trying to do it both.

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

A poet or a rapper i can even be both,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

We both knew this was gonna be tough

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You haters put up your guards

Both dreams got different parts

So now this work's been worthless

I may bury both, hopeless

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Odin, my father adopted you and raised us both,

But five years from now i bet she see

So, i think we could both agree,