This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

In front of our building, they was my heroes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

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

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store