This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Wanna see you work your body

Or two. or maybe three?

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks