This is a song about "Two three four roses"

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

One two three, what could it be

That's why i'm makin' money

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Normally i order three or four of these

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks