This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

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

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

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

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

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

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