This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

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

One two three, what could it be

I reel them in, goadomes on see

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Normally i order three or four of these