This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

One two three, what could it be

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

Normally i order three or four of these

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Third ward general, young cash money

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,