This is a song about "Two three four roses"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic