This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

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

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy