This is a song about "Both"

Listened to both the ecstatic and black on both sides

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

You both be too broke to start it

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Both of them were just wishing

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

See i let my nigga split that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Cause both names keep rising

Money ain't a thing

Cause both ways you be packing

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Bitch i'm all you need

So repeat tap both feet

I had to fight back and shit

Both, my soul and heart up in it