This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

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

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,