This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three, what could it be

She going to borrow some money

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

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

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits