This is a song about "Two three four roses"

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

No it ain't easy

Or two. or maybe three?

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Who know this be the life that i really live

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

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

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