This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

One two three everybody wana be

Third ward general, young cash money

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Had i not been exposed to these things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

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

One two three, what could it be

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Normally i order three or four of these

Got tired of running from the police