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,

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

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

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Or two. or maybe three?

What them tippers don't see

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

One two three everybody wana be