This is a song about "Two bitches in the back"

I defy two-ply and pry for the shy and take back the cry with no trie

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

You can save a man from getting two bullets in the brain

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

I put that nigga in his casket

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

I got two bitches my life,

Not even two years later i was back on the scene

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Takes two to the back, drops down to his knees and his body lags

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

The monsters in my head will grab and then rip you in two.