This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Normally i order three or four of these

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,