This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

The revolution has arrived

But i think i like that, just maybe

Or two. or maybe three?

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

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Normally i order three or four of these

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most