This is a song about "Two three four roses"

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

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

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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