This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that