This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three everybody wana be

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

They say nothings ever free

Or two. or maybe three?

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,