This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Now i wake up, play a beat and burn a couple roaches

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

But we should be body to body

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