This is a song about "Qb 2"

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Sack the qb sue me for making a crackle

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

Cause i feel its right

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You cant even handle 2 bars

Crazy talking and foolish

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]