This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time