This is a song about "Two majls"

But two parts each bein half.

Lights will flash, cars will crash

If your man can't keep up wit you

So its time for verse two

Two hundred and a year a.d

The third one is mixed, white and black

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Coroners comfort your mama

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

But if ya do imma give two.

I bet that mirror gon show you

Cause when i make this stew

Cho cho, i choose you two

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Two different stories,