This is a song about "Two three four roses"

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Bait baby, wait baby

Or two. or maybe three?

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

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

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

3 times, show me your peace sign

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love