This is a song about "Two three four roses"

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

One two three four five six seven eight nine

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones