This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Normally i order three or four of these

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

It's obvious i'm crazy

One two three, what could it be

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

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

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz