This is a song about "Two three four roses"

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

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

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!