This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

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

And wonder how we ever came to this

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though