This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

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

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

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