This is a song about "Two three four roses"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

I got bigger problems baby

One two three, what could it be

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,