This is a song about "Two three four roses"

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,