This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

One two three, what could it be