This is a song about "Evil twin"

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

I sit alone discussing things with my evil twin,

Words of an evil twin, actin like satan finally gotta win,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

That's see no hater, hear no evil

Lady at the frank stand will

Disguised as nice but true evil

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Opening up a new rap chapter, we're the twin masters

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

C4 was planted at the twin towers, missiles hit the pentagon,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Need myself a twin midget so i can have a mini me,