This is a song about "Two pock"

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Take hearts and rip em in two

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Two different stories,

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Oh well at least there were only two

It's really not an issue

Abrakadabra a hoe or two