This is a song about "Twins"

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Leaving you is like tearing twins apart

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Oh wait it was those twins from full house

Twins on deck call em siamese,

And i know - there'll never be peace

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

She didn't have no twins of herself that looked like her

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Now i feel like i can do anything to kill, me and him should be twins