This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

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

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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Or two. or maybe three?

Fuck that now trying get the money

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind