This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

One two three four five six seven eight nine

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I'm a magician so please focus

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,