This is a song about "Two sugars"

What preceded was the clue

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

But if ya do imma give two.

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I haven't recorded in two weeks,

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Two different stories,

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two