This is a song about "Two tho"

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Only bout 5. look at me now tho, im kinda fly tho.

But my name remains even tho i changed

City national bank evolve into shape

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Every wednesday when my father got home tho

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I aint no drake tho my flow stay low key/

Puttin two and two together

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned