This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three everybody wana be

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick