This is a song about "Two three four roses"

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

One two three everybody wana be

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo