This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

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 to late now your gone busted nose

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow