This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts

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

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Or two. or maybe three?

But am i less holy

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

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

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

You got your mean little walk with the model pose