This is a song about "One two"

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

After the two thousand no one could rhyme better

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

South beach fountain blue

One, two, this one's for you,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

One two three everybody wana be

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

And a bad one with two degrees

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Two emcee wannabes, but one can actually spit something,

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming