This is a song about "Two three four roses"

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Than the muse of a family

Or two. or maybe three?

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss