This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

Or two. or maybe three?

And now that i’m getting money

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

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

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy