This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child