This is a song about "Both"

Both dreams got different parts

You haters put up your guards

I'll break your bones in both arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Here i go again, falling in love

We both knew this was gonna be tough

Cause u know that this my jam

Both: this the perfect plan

Snitches here don't got no heart

Cuz you both white and blonde?

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Both, my soul and heart up in it

And my grandmother dying

Cause both names keep rising