This is a song about "Two three four roses"

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Normally i order three or four of these

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Don't worry bout a thang baby

One two three, what could it be

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,