This is a song about "Tale of two cities"

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Your a fraction of what we are well cut you in two

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Have her touchin her toes on the back of the two seater/

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Or two of the motherfuckers

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Lessor of two evils i see shit through

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/