This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

You see now that nigga lonely

One two three, what could it be

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love