This is a song about "Two three four roses"

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I'm just here to have a good time

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

They giving pounds and that before get the money

One two three everybody wana be

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic