This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Or two. or maybe three?

Shit with our whole family

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Normally i order three or four of these

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

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

One two three everybody wana be

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow