This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And now that i’m getting money

Or two. or maybe three?

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

One two three everybody wana be

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see