This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

So i guess that's where i hide my things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

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