This is a song about "Both"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So, i think we could both agree,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

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

Cause i'm doin it for both of us,

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

Both: this the perfect plan

Pushing in my mama van

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Both, my soul and heart up in it

I'm popping rubber bands

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

She can make a pimp fall in love

I may bury both, hopeless