This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three, what could it be

Third ward general, young cash money

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

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

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

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

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.