This is a song about "Duet"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

Brace yourself for the ride, and make sure you don't drown,

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfucking cash, mane

Not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.-mark twain

Its true tho, i'm throwin em around like it's judo

I said there only you and me lets make us a duo

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Yeah i then sold a couple o's to a couple hoes

Fuck talking, i'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Now a mouthful of these people turns the doubtful into believers

I wear a pair of beat up and torn sneakers

Im marking my targets, i better explain to twain/

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain