This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

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

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,