This is a song about "Two three four roses"

I was wondering maybe

One two three, what could it be

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

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

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

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

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick