This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Bought a brand new car for my after party

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Oh its over whole time she knows this