This is a song about "Two chainz"

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

'cuz i'll crack you in two, snap you in two

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Then during the next week or two

Two different stories,

Trap our young black seeds

Something worth dying for

Puttin two and two together

I can't ever change without you

I set a table for two