This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love