This is a song about "Two faced bitches"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But it's time you faced reality, it's time you snap out of that daze.

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Puttin two and two together

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I faced 'em, kidnapped 'em, then slayed ‘em gravely

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

Terrible odds on a two faced nickel.

With a honey in the middle

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

'caine laced by straight-faced, niggas who abuse it,