This is a song about "Two three four roses"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

And i know - there'll never be peace

Normally i order three or four of these

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit