This is a song about "Identical twins"

Leaving you is like tearing twins apart

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Twins on deck call em siamese,

I'm why baby mommas leave

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

Oh wait it was those twins from full house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

But identical to your last shit that wasn't even metrical