This is a song about "Tale of two cities"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

This cities testing patience,people become aimless.

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

A goody two shoe, she would of gone to heaven

Sick of nothing to do, but gun buckin the two

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

She has these two perfect eyes that i can't let go of

And all women who had light features, see

Spotted two of these super hot chicks across from me

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Of atomic particles split into two parts