This is a song about "Ginger twins"

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

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Twins on deck call em siamese,

A working genius, a work of art

Leaving you is like tearing twins apart

My garage full of cars that bounce

Oh wait it was those twins from full house

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions