This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

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

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy