This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

But we should be body to body

One two three, what could it be

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you