This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

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

Bitch, i might make you my baby

One two three everybody wana be

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,