This is a song about "My twin"

My words are my rhythm

Vijay singh and all of them

C4 was planted at the twin towers, missiles hit the pentagon,

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

I sit alone discussing things with my evil twin,

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Opening up a new rap chapter, we're the twin masters

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Old school nature trying to rap pacs twin,