This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Normally i order three or four of these

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love