This is a song about "Two three four roses"

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Where you belong with your family

One two three everybody wana be

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,