This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

One two three, what could it be

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

As my record label nitpicks at this

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Normally i order three or four of these