This is a song about "Four roses"

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

Four more tarts playing harps

Tire marks, tire marks

Fourscore and four wars ago

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Now i wake up, play a beat and burn a couple roaches

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Or keep small it around four

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Beautiful are thou, africa