This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Normally i order three or four of these

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!