This is a song about "Two three four roses"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

One two three everybody wana be

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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