This is a song about "Identity of two cultures"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

They say with for purpose comes identity

We're two different types of romance,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

Real light jab to opponents

Two aks and a box of blunts

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

When the two of us are together

You with your pot o' gold while i carving different cultures

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse