This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

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

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

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

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

Oh its over whole time she knows this

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family