This is a song about "Two roads diverged in a crowded city"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I couldn't help him,let him die in this city

Now they're two peas in a pod

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god