This is a song about "One two"

As much as i wanna leave

And a bad one with two degrees

And trying to start today with arguments

I bet this one has two husbands

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

You just working with the scraps you was given

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

After the two thousand no one could rhyme better

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Two thousand and one years after christ