This is a song about "Two three four roses"

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

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

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time