This is a song about "Two three four roses"

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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