This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Or two. or maybe three?

Bitch, they call it motor city

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

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

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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