This is a song about "Both"

Hating my macking, they asking

Cause both ways you be packing

I put the nigga in his casket

Both, my soul and heart up in it

You both be too broke to start it

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Both: this the perfect plan

Money long from here to japan

I may bury both, hopeless

Let's have a toast for this new love

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

But they both taste the same

Odin, my father adopted you and raised us both,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose