This is a song about "Two mails"

And all the shit you went through

But if ya do imma give two.

I'm level two, you're level eight

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

No more amore, i refuse to force you

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

Talking of the gods you serve

I think i got two livers

Cho cho, i choose you two

And real bitches don't respect you

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them