This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

One two three everybody wana be

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Normally i order three or four of these

Ima let her be by herself in peace