This is a song about "Two three four roses"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

One two three, what could it be

Bitch, they call it motor city

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love