This is a song about "Two three four roses"

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

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,

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it