This is a song about "Two three four roses"

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time