This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Or two. or maybe three?

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

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

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Gotta be something for me write this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Normally i order three or four of these

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money