This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Is it possible at the same moment in time

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

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