This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,