This is a song about "Two three four roses"

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

So i guess that's where i hide my things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

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

Or two. or maybe three?

Do you think i'm crazy