This is a song about "Two three four roses"

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

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

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

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Or two. or maybe three?

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick