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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

One two three, what could it be

Don't worry bout a thang baby