This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

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

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

One two three everybody wana be

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic