This is a song about "Two three four roses"

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

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

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Everybody watching while you touching real money

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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