This is a song about "Two three four roses"

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I shine, you shine, so we shine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

One two three, what could it be

It was just another party

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic