This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

One two three, what could it be

Looking at your money