This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy