This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

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

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Or two. or maybe three?

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Bring the battering ram where you live

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Normally i order three or four of these

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees