This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Normally i order three or four of these

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

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

One two three to late now your gone busted nose