This is a song about "Two scoops"

So its time for verse two

And no nigga gon love you

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I'm level two, you're level eight

I'm why baby mamas leave

Two different stories,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Dont touch it or get torn in two

The boa know they loving the crew

Im number one your number two

If your man can't keep up wit you

And all the shit you went through

Cho cho, i choose you two

Niggas that guided me through

Then during the next week or two