This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Normally i order three or four of these

I'm everything that they call nice

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Or two. or maybe three?

Could i make you my baby