This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And losin all his money

Or two. or maybe three?

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

One two three, what could it be

Hopin' that my niggas see

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

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

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more