This is a song about "Two three four roses"

High heel wearer, hell of a body

One two three everybody wana be

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

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

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

A military mind mean money

One two three, what could it be

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Let me put my funk on this one time