This is a song about "Two seater"

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

You're fucking with me, nigga

At this point even hook up with two

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Cause when i make this stew

Actually he has got two

I don't wanna damage you

I just wrote a hook or two.

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

But if ya do imma give two.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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