This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!