This is a song about "My twin"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Oh my a man-toad? is he whole or twin sets

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Now look: the change has come

My words are my rhythm

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Need myself a twin midget so i can have a mini me,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

I said it wasn't me, i got a twin (oh my god, it's you! not again!)