This is a song about "Two three four roses"

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Normally i order three or four of these

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears