This is a song about "Two goats"

But two parts each bein half.

Baby, you got that super bass

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

Two different stories,

I said believe in your dreams

Can't nothing come between me and you

At this point even hook up with two

Throw two hunid against the wall,

These joints here not found at the mall

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

Coroners comfort your mama

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you