This is a song about "Two bodies swingin in the back and they hang"

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

I didn't know what i was up against, they put the gun in my hand and the next day i was up the fence

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Never thought my life would hang in the balance

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

The back is where they pushin the funk, drugs in the floor

Cut up your bodies and place then in the bottom of pools

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,