This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

My lady, my baby

Or two. or maybe three?

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

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

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

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

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