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

Smack a blunt in the mouth two toke's the pace,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And that why i thank the two people the most

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

Say two things and play the lover

And let them lames get your old number

Can't nothing come between me and you

Then during the next week or two

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Two taps of the trigger and the heads gone,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Or two of the motherfuckers

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

I gotta keep on gunning rhymes, only way to bind the two