This is a song about "My two dau"

Its like my heart is breakin in more than two

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Only level two, brawling my way upstairs

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

My opponents so obtuse, even if they alone they not top two

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

I used to have a nine to five

I got two bitches my life,

When trippin' high on acid, this is my relapse part two,

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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