This is a song about "Mischievous chieftan tweedy the two fingered twine twidler"

Wickedness 'til i'm spittin' like a mischievous militant on stimulants

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Or two of the motherfuckers

This ones for the lovers

Yes it is true, the battle started with two

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

Take a step to the right then another two

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Cause when i make this stew

Then during the next week or two