This is a song about "Check one two"

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Two thousand and one years after christ

One two three, what could it be

Fuck fame, fuck money

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Two emcee wannabes, but one can actually spit something,

I don't know bro, but it's mic check, one two.

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

One, two, this one's for you,

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ

City national bank evolve into shape

Yeah that's right it was a cat fight. two one eight