This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

One two three everybody wana be

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

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

One two three, what could it be

Third ward general, young cash money

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,