This is a song about "Two cigarettes"

So its time for verse two

I'm a still love you

Thank god i found you

Cho cho, i choose you two

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

I set a table for two

It may be not the same for you

I just wrote a hook or two.

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

Actually he has got two

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Yea it's supper time and it's almost two

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you