This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Normally i order three or four of these

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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