This is a song about "Ginger twins"

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Leaving you is like tearing twins apart

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Now i feel like i can do anything to kill, me and him should be twins

Twins on deck call em siamese,

So if you wanna leave

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

She didn't have no twins of herself that looked like her

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Oh wait it was those twins from full house

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit