This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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