This is a song about "Two three four roses"

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

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

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick