This is a song about "Your both wankas"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Cause both names keep rising

I'll cut off both your fingers like a golden retriever,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

You're both invalid, you're finna get your mics impounded

Leave them with a smaller buzz, lowest thing, vagina swollen

"three i be hopin'. you and your partner, cut you both open!"

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Must be hard for you and your crew both to relate,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Odin, my father adopted you and raised us both,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,