This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Normally i order three or four of these

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things