This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Or two. or maybe three?

Fuck fame, fuck money

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

One two three everybody wana be

And its simple as that baby

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Now momma told me be careful who you love