This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story