This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

What them tippers don't see

Or two. or maybe three?

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,