This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Who know this be the life that i really live

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

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

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Where you belong with your family

One two three everybody wana be