This is a song about "Two three four roses"

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Like hoes down in magic city

Or two. or maybe three?

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

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

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax