This is a song about "Two sugars"

By the phone, no call

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Cause when i make this stew

Actually he has got two

Yeah, ready for whatever

Puttin two and two together

I think i got two livers

Throw it in reverse

I haven't recorded in two weeks,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Its me down stairs ill have two sugars if ur making a quick brew

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

I said jurors: "i fed sugars to hookworms and gave 'em to save butchers..."