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

Cut me off every time im talking

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

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

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Not even two years later i was back on the scene

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Wake up in the morning after two days of sleep

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Two in the air for the people who aint scared of heights