This is a song about "Both"

As i walk down this wicked road. as i do it both.

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Listened to both the ecstatic and black on both sides

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

From the back seat, back seat

So repeat tap both feet

I'll break your bones in both arms

Finish line with the tire marks

My prada lows, for the most part it's only nike

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

You both be too broke to start it