This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

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