This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Or two. or maybe three?

I’m tryna be low key

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Got tired of running from the police

Normally i order three or four of these

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story