This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Do you think i'm crazy

One two three, what could it be

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Or two. or maybe three?

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind