This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

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

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Yeah, it's all natural baby

One two three everybody wana be