This is a song about "Identity of two cultures"

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Have her touchin her toes on the back of the two seater/

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

She has these two perfect eyes that i can't let go of

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Two aks and a box of blunts

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents