This is a song about "Walk two moons"

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

More money that mean less sleep

Wen i walk down ya street

You pretend to walk around happily

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Puttin two and two together

Im number one your number two

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Estrogen specimen, too fitted to walk,

Two different stories,

Cause there could never be peace