This is a song about "Two three four roses"

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Normally i order three or four of these

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

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

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two