This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

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

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Wanna see you work your body

One two three, what could it be

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

And now that i’m getting money

Or two. or maybe three?

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,