This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

If they find that stash box just one time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Penncounting pennys over tha years