This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine