This is a song about "Two fingers to frado"

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Never been one to point fingers

A mess for us two to clean,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I gotta keep on gunning rhymes, only way to bind the two

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

You two were meant to be together

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

A goody two shoe, she would of gone to heaven

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Laying down a blueprint to lend two sense to you nuisance

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those