This is a song about "Two three four roses"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

One two three everybody wana be

We might be back in this baby

One two three four five six seven eight nine

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with