This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Or two. or maybe three?

Oops, i'm so sorry

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Babe you know it gets no better than this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

One two three, what could it be

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history