This is a song about "Two"

And real bitches don't respect you

I set a table for two

Dont touch it or get torn in two

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

They claim it as their own, africa

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

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

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

I think i got two livers

Throw it in reverse

One two right hook left jabbing,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Oh well at least there were only two

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I'm level two, you're level eight