This is a song about "Room for two"

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Then we zoom to my room for one hell of a thrill

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Cause when i make this stew

One, two, this one's for you,

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

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

I'll bomb you up like boom but for you there is no room

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon