This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Or two. or maybe three?

Bitch, they call it motor city

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family