This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Together all the timethought it was true love

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

Gotta be something for me write this

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

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

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