This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Cause time is money

Or two. or maybe three?

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

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

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

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

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

One two three everybody wana be

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind