This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

One two three everybody wana be

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Or two. or maybe three?

Looking at your money

One two three, what could it be

Shit with our whole family

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

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

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate