This is a song about "Two three four roses"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I'm a magician so please focus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,