This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Normally i order three or four of these

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Fuck that now trying get the money

One two three everybody wana be

And i be talking about me, i do this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

One two three, what could it be

You see now that nigga lonely

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it