This is a song about "Two three four roses"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick