This is a song about "Two seater"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

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

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

'cuz i'll crack you in two, snap you in two

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

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

But if ya do imma give two.

You know i’m better off without you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

You good man, we don't want you

Baby, you know who you are

Puttin two and two together

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

They infiltrate our homes, africa