This is a song about "Two scoops"

He ain't give a fuck about you

I set a table for two

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Yea it's supper time and it's almost two

Cho cho, i choose you two

And word i blew off herb i grew

I'm level two, you're level eight

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Dont touch it or get torn in two

I'm after you bringing traffic through

But if ya do imma give two.

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

So its time for verse two

Don't fuck around and make it true

Our children must be taught, of africa

Casting couch, two interviews, uh