This is a song about "Two three four roses"

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

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

One two three, what could it be

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free