This is a song about "Two three four roses"

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

One two three four five six seven eight nine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

One two three, what could it be

We got money to go get baby