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

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Not even two years later i was back on the scene

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

We always argue/i leave then im back in a week or two.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

You already have two strikes, i'm your third one, your out bitches