This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

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

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.

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

That fire flow the finest women i adore