This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose