This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Or two. or maybe three?

Than the muse of a family

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy