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

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free