This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

One two three everybody wana be

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

No it ain't easy

One two three, what could it be