This is a song about "Two three four roses"

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Normally i order three or four of these

Or two. or maybe three?

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Oops, i'm so sorry

One two three, what could it be

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

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

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

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss