This is a song about "Two three four roses"

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

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

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush