This is a song about "Tale of two cities"

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Spotted two of these super hot chicks across from me

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

We're two different types of romance,

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Two aks and a box of blunts

He dont want the diamonds

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you