This is a song about "Two scoops"

What preceded was the clue

I set a table for two

It may be not the same for you

Take hearts and rip em in two

I'm level two, you're level eight

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

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

Two different stories,

Cause there'll never be peace

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

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

My home girl told me i got an issue

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two