This is a song about "Two three four roses"

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

One two three everybody wana be

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic