This is a song about "Both wives in vegas"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

Gun control means using both hands in my land

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

My raps will rape your raps in both of their asses!

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

Yeah, spent the night up in vegas

Let's have a toast for this new love

I just walk away and put both fists in position

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

They killed both of them and drowned the kid in hot water

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her