This is a song about "Two sugars"

We can never be friends

You ask for my two cents

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

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

Oh well at least there were only two

And no nigga gon love you

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

I haven't recorded in two weeks,

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

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Im number one your number two

He ain't give a fuck about you

She gonna dance when that molly through

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

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

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you