This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Trying to catch me riding dirty

One two three everybody wana be

One two three, what could it be

But make sure if they do see

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish