This is a song about "Two three four roses"

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three