This is a song about "Two three four roses"

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Normally i order three or four of these

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Everything i wanted never seem so close