This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Who know this be the life that i really live

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Normally i order three or four of these

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Or two. or maybe three?

And now that i’m getting money

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

We once came from fields of cotton to roses