This is a song about "Two seater"

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

Oh well at least there were only two

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you

I think i got two livers

We just trynna be winners

At this point even hook up with two

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

A criminal grind nigga

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Didn't do a thing at all

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Have her touchin her toes on the back of the two seater/